Ochako is hurrying down the main street that leads back to her tiny apartment, stopping briefly to quickly look behind her for what feels like the hundredth time. Once again she sees nothing out of the ordinary and turns back around to continue walking home. She has been unable to shake the feeling that she is being followed ever since she ran into Deku being held against his will by Shigaraki at the mall earlier that day. The villain managed to evade capture by police which is a fact that only serves to increase the anxiety coursing through her veins.
The sensation of eyes clawing at the back of Ochako's neck accompanies her all the way home and only vanishes once she shuts the front door and has successfully locked it. Planting her forehead against the cool wood and breathes out a sigh of relief. A minute or two passes before she pulls her head away from the door and walks towards the living room which also serves as her bedroom. Nothing appears to have been disturbed and all of the lights in the apartment are turned off, granting her a sense of security. Next she heads towards the direction of her bathroom, needing to take a shower to wash off all of the sweat she has accumulated on her body from today's stressful events.
Ochako has stripped down to her underwear when the feeling of being watched returns tenfold, summoning an immense sense of dread into the pit of her stomach. The creaking of the floorboards directly behind her is the only warning before a firm hand wraps itself around her throat, the middle finger hovering slightly above her wind pipe. The dirty clothes in her hands fall to the floor while she stands frozen in fear, not even daring to breath. She does not need an introduction from the person behind her, the oppressive presence is more than enough for her to figure out exactly who she is dealing with.
"Long time no see, little U.A. student." The raspy voice of Shigaraki sends a shiver up Ochako's spine. He is standing close enough that she can feel his breath on the crook of her neck, goosebumps erupts on the skin along her bare shoulders.
"Why did you follow me home, what do you want with me?" Ochako demands an answer, her tone shaky despite the attempt at sounding unafraid.
Shigaraki shifts his body to move even closer. The fabric of his loose hoodie rubs up against Ochako's back uncomfortably and a gasps escapes through her clenched jaw when he drags a calloused finger down her abdomen. Never before has she felt this exposed and vulnerable, no man has ever come close enough to see her in such a state of undress.
Strange and conflicting sensations invade both her mind and body as the villain continues to leer down at her almost bare front. She can feel his unnerving glare burn into the skin of her cleavage, his chapped lips lightly grazes her right earlobe. The villain's grip on her throat stays firm but does not grow any tighter.
"To be honest, there is no proper reason as to why I decided to follow you home." Shigaraki speaks softly into Ochako's ear whilst continuing to caress her stomach, making her abdominal muscles twitch. As if the slightest exaggerated movement could cost the girl her life.
"At first, I thought about killing you." The villain says nonchalantly, way too casually for the U.A. student's liking. Immense fear weighs down her body like lead and the stray fingers that creeps ever closer to the waistband of her panties makes her want to scream.
"That is, until I saw you begin to strip. Almost like you were trying to seduce me." Shigaraki accuses her with a smug tone, clearly delighted over having caught her in such a vulnerable state.
"I was not!" Ochako snaps back before closing her eyes shut.
Almost as if she can escape from this hellish situation all together just from visually tuning out her surroundings. Hoping that Shigaraki has vanished when she opens her eyes again, along with the damp patch in her underwear. The dark and low chuckle that rings out in her ear makes it known that he is still here.
"Liar. You knew that you were being stalked and yet the first thing you do upon arriving home is stripping." Shigaraki laughs cruelly, making Ochako blush a deep red from embarrassment over being so careless and not calling for help.
"You know what, I think being followed turned you on." He grins maniacally against her neck and Ochako is given no chance to respond before his free hand leaves her waist to make quick work of her bra.
The girl's breasts spill free after the only article of clothing that was left to protect them falls to the floor. There is barely enough time for her to process what just happened before the villain has begun to grope her chest with both hands – pinkies raised. The lingering fear and newfound shock causes Ochako to moan lowly before regaining her senses, biting her lower lip to prevent any more noises from escaping. Shigaraki's harsh treatment of her tits and nipples should not have the effect it has over her body, the insides of her thighs heating up against her will.
Eventually, Shigaraki becomes bored from just playing with his enemy's breasts. Deciding instead to shove Ochako to the floor, but granting her no window for escaping as he is quick to trap her body by using his own. Reaching down to pull down her underwear while she can do nothing but sob quietly and stare at the ceiling past his shoulder – her naked back against the hardwood floor.
"Knew it." Shigaraki says triumphantly with a wide grin on his face whilst staring down at Ochako's pussy that is spread open with his index fingers. Eyes laser focused on the shiny slick flowing out of her heat. "Fuckin' slut." The villain taunts the little hero who is hiding her face out of shame.
Shigaraki extends one of his thumbs to begin rubbing at her clit with an odd mix of inexperience and expertise that has Ochako's lower abdomen recoiling from the indescribable sensation. She is forced to keep her trembling thighs spread wide in order to avoid having them be touched by the villain's dangerous hands. Being at the absolute mercy of the League of Villains' leader scares her to death, but she has no other choice then to lay still and wait for it all to be over.
Ochako only wished that his touch did not feel so good, instead it should feel awful and match the slow-building nausea inside of her stomach. If only Shigaraki behaved more harshly and did not act so uncharacteristically gently with how he is softly rubbing her clit, like he cares about her pleasure. Then it would be easier to pretend that she is being utterly violated and make it so that she could bury all of the conflicting emotions that plagues her mind.
"Look at me." Shigaraki hisses out a command at her, clearly agitated by Ochako hiding her face and denying him the sight of her lewd facial expressions.
She lowers her arms reluctantly, only obeying him out of fear, and peers down to meet his eyes. The maniacal look in his vermillion irises causes her belly to flip and then she is coming before she knows it – before she can even attempt to stop it. A wide grin graces Shigaraki's chapped lips as he watches Ochako come against her will. Wanton noises escapes past her mouth and slick flows out of her fluttering hole.
Once Ochako has fully come down from her high does the shame set in. Although the horror of having an orgasm be forced on her does very little to distract her from how Shigaraki is pawing at the front of his sweatpants. Her heart sinks to the pits of her stomach when she sees the villain's dick proding at her entrance. Small hands fly up to grasp the man's shoulders when he breaches past the initial tight ring of muscle. He grips her waist with four fingers as support.
There is a slight sting to having her walls be stretched open like this, but there is no agonizing pain like she would have expected from being forcefully penetrated. Then the room is then filled with grunting sounds and mewling noises whilst Shigaraki rocks his hips forward to ease his cock into Ochako inch by inch. It is a tight fit and an exhausting process, but the villain is rewarded once the tip of his dick is nuzzling up against the little hero's cervix. Buried to the hilt inside of his enemy's tiny cunt.
"Fuck, I wish that your entire class and teacher could see the dirty look on your face right now." Shigaraki mocks the girl beneath him in between taking deep breaths.
Ochako grits her teeth and endures all of his mockery, determined to make it through this alive and hopefully with a piece of her dignity intact. Although it turns out to be more difficult than she had made it out to be. Because after Shigaraki begins to move, she instantly loses her grip on sanity. No amount of training or preparation could have made what she is currently going through any easier. The friction created from his cock dragging against her sensitive walls is frying her brain, as it is struggling to process the foreign sensation that is overwhelming her nervous system.
"Your pussy feels so fucking nice." Shigaraki groans whilst roughly pounding into the teenage girl beneath him. Sweat lining his brow, eyes partially closed from the overwhelming bliss. "Tell me Ochako, does my cock feel good too?" The villain taunts her as he grinds his hips deep inside of her, hitting her sweet spot with every motion.
Ochako can only respond with incoherent noises and slurred words. It is too much yet way too little at the same time. The wet smacking of skin against skin, the bruising grip on her hips, the tension between her thighs which is moments away from snapping. Her eyes glazes over with lust as she is forced to come for a second time that night. Shigaraki can't keep up his break neck pace. The fluttering of her walls that are milking his cock proves too much for the villain and he finish with a final stroke.
Time ceases to pass for Ochako whilst Shigaraki pulls out and leaves her laying motionless on the wooden floor. The proof of his release leaking out of her abused cunt. He spares her a final glance before unlocking the front door and exiting without bothering to close it all the way. She stares at the ceiling, eyes blank and head empty – her mind shutting down to avoid having to deal with the aftermath.