Mikan Fic

It had been so easy. It always is with girls like her.

Mikan Tsumiki was your upperclassman at Hope's Peak Academy, and yet you could never help but notice that she never acted as such. Any time anyone approached her with a request or command or even the intention to make basic conversation, Mikan would quickly fall apart and turn into a nervous, emotional wreck. She would spend most of her free-time meekly wandering through the halls of Hope's Peak, fidgeting nervously and following around groups of classmates who hardly acknowledged her existence outside of the odd insult or half-hearted comment -- which would, of course, cause her to fly into hysterics again.

Before long you realised that this girl was little more than an oversensitive, emotionally needy pushover. With little in the way of personality, charm and independence, the only thing she could do to garner attention from those around her was to completely degrade herself in front of them. This included faking falls and landing in compromising positions, simulating the grotesque noises and rituals of animals and even allowing herself to be molested.

As the perfect victim, it would only be a matter of time before someone took full advantage of her. That someone might as well be you.

You approached her one day while she was sorting medical supplies in the nurse's office. While she was initially scattered and apprehensive of you, it wasn't long before you managed to lower her guard enough to offer her your assistance. From there, it was merely a matter of repetition. Whenever Mikan was alone and yearning for someone to give her attention, you would swoop in and give it to her. Eventually, she stopped attempting to keep your interest by offering up her body and simply began to enjoy her time with you.

And that was when you decided to strike.

You invited her to the rooftop of the school building after-school for what you're sure she thought would be some kind of love confession. After a few minutes of waiting, she stumbled awkwardly through the door and into the open air, her unevenly sheared hair billowing in the breeze.

"H-H-Hello, Anon-kun." She stuttered, a forced, crooked smile pulling her face taut. "S-Sorry I'm late! Someone was hurt and I-- I'm sorry! I'm sorryyyyyyy! Please forgive me!"

You hadn't even done anything yet, and she had already broken down into tears. With a calm smile, you console her and tell her that she has your forgiveness. The way her face lights up at even the most basic act of kindness is almost unbearably pathetic, but you managed to hide your disgust as she reached into her bag and retrieved a boxed lunch. Unable to meet your eyes, she pushed the box outwards with a submissive bow.

"P-Please accept this! I'm sorry it came from a disgusting girl like meeeeee!" She blubbered.

A quick whiff of the box produced the stench of medical supplies and chemicals that you had come to expect of Mikan. You had virtually no interest in eating any of it. Regardless, you thanked her and moved on to the matter at hand. Feigning embarrassment, you asked Mikan if she knew why you had invited her to this rooftop. The question sent her into a full blush as a look of complete panic set onto her face.

"D-D-Did you want to take me somewhere private so you could strip me and make me pretend to be a turtle flipped onto its back?” She asked, tearfully. “I-I-I’ll do it, just please don’t hate me or push me off!”

With an awkward laugh, you decided to spur things into action. With purpose in every step, you slowly moved towards Mikan. Taken aback by your forthrightness, she anxiously moved with you, stepping back towards the fence surrounding the roof’s perimeter until her back was pressed against it. With a smile, you pressed both your arms down on either side of her, trapping her between them and causing her to cover her head defensively.

“A-Aaaaaaah!” She shrieked, “I’m sorryyyyyyyy!”

“Mikan…” You said, a smirk on your face. “Do you know what I like about you?”

Mikan’s terrified expression changed to one of astonishment at the notion of being liked. “Y-You like me?”

Taking a lock of her hair in your hand, you watched bemusedly as she squeezed her eyes shut at the sudden physical contact. Sweat dripped from her brow down her face, her knees trembling weakly.

“I like that you’re so hopelessly pathetic that you’re willing to do anything for the approval of others.” You continued, sneeringly. “I like that I could treat you however I want and you’d still come crawling back for more.”

Mikan’s eyes widened as tears began to well up at their corners. She flinched as if she had just been stabbed in the chest as her hand moved towards her heart. She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat and, in her state of despair, she choked and stumbled on them.

“I-I-I th-thought…” She began, doing anything she could to avoid looking at you. It pissed you off. Grabbing the back of her hair, you yanked it downwards, eliciting a pained shriek from her as you forced her to look up into your eyes. “P-Please stop…I thought you--”

“You thought what?” You asked, derisively. “You thought I cared about you? No, that’s wrong. You always knew, didn’t you? Deep down inside, you knew the truth: that no one could ever bring themselves to care about someone so absolutely pathetic that they don’t even care about themselves.”

Using your leverage on her hair, you pulled Mikan upwards and on to her toes, forcing another pained cry from her as she meekly grasped the offending arm. By this time tears were streaming down her face and it was all she could do not to wail out like an infant. As she stood before you crying feebly, you felt your anger flare up once more. Taking your other hand, you grabbed Mikan around the throat and pushed her against the fence. Her high-pitched whining turned to choked sobs as you tightened your grip.

“Aren’t you going to fight back?” You growled in her ear as your hand snaked its way down her body and rested on her thigh. “Aren’t you going to scream or shout or even curse? Are you really so weak that you’re just going to stand there and cry?”

If she had any intention of proving you wrong, she did nothing to make them apparent. As you choked her with your left hand and squeezed her supple thigh with your right, her only response was to continue crying. By this point, her face was beet red, covered in trails of sweat, tears, drool, and snot. Her expression had become one of complete distress with her eyes squinted against the tears and her mouth curled at the edges. In this moment, Mikan was uglier than ever in your eyes. You wanted nothing more than to make her suffer for her weakness.

With righteous anger, you removed your hand from her thighs and used it to backhand her as hard as you possibly could. The deafening sound of impact resounded across the rooftop and was punctuated by the loudest of Mikan’s yelps. The red welt that had formed on her face did something to placate you, but it simply wouldn’t be enough. As Mikan blubbered in your grip, you repeated the action once, twice, three times. Each time the sound echoed across the rooftop and each time Mikan did nothing but cry out in pain and lamely sob into her own chest. She was a girl who was weak in both body and mind – personality and spirit. In truth, she had already been broken by a combination of her own fragility and a world too cruel to pander to it. Perhaps this would be the act of abuse that would finally harden her against that cruelty. To be perfectly honest, you didn’t care – to you all that mattered was punishing this empty shell of a girl for her crippling weakness.
Moving your hand downwards, you snuck under her skirt and possessively cupped her groin. Even through her panties, you could feel its wetness seeping through. You almost wretched at the revelation that your actions were arousing her on some level. As you rubbed your middle and ring fingers on her moist slit trapped beneath her panties, Mikan made a garbled sound halfway between an embarrassed cry and a pleasured moan.

“D-D-Don’t please—“ She whined, shuddering in fear and humiliation. “Not there! I’m b-begging you! I’m sorry I’m so weak! I’m sorry I thought you liked me! I’m sorry I d-disgust you, just don’t—“

Unmoved by her desperate pleas, you pushed her panties aside and plunged your fingers into her moist, warm slit. You felt its folds tighten around you as she wailed out in despair and instinctively pushed her legs together, impeding your manoeuvrability. With an annoyed grunt, you moved your other hand from her neck and to her face, aggressively cupping its side and forcing your thumb into her mouth.

“You’re resisting me now?” You snapped, interrogatively. “Isn’t it a little late for that, you slut? Make this easy on yourself and move your legs before I really hurt you.”

With a defeated whine and an overall slump in her body language, Mikan, parted her legs and limply leaned against the fence, gripping it for support as she closed her eyes. Exposed as she was, you continued to move your fingers in and out of her vagina with little care for how it made her feel. There was no tenderness in the act – no affection. Your fingers simply pistoned in and out of her with all the aggression of a jackhammer, pounding away at her as she moaned, whined and screamed. As your right hand fingered her vagina, you continued to use your left hand to probe her mouth with your thumb. In a moment, you would be shoving your dick into it, but for now simply seeing her helpless and miserable expression as you forced her mouth open was enough to make you stir.

And you weren’t the only one.

Mikan’s whining and moaning became louder as you continued to finger her. The sound of your soaked hand slapping against her wet groin filled the air as her knees gave way from under her. Annoyed by her lack of endurance, you pulled her close to you so she could lean against you as you worked her towards an unwanted orgasm. Mikan’s tearful eyes took on a manic gleam as the pleasure crept up on her. Her hands dug into your shoulders and her legs snaked around yours. You held her up as incoherent protestations poured out of her drooling mouth.
“Hah…Ahah…N-No…Hah…I’m not supposed—Agh! St-Stop…St-Stop it! Oh! Ooh! I’m…I’m going to—Aha! Stop, I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cummiiiiiiiiiiiinnng!” She broke off into a wail as she slammed her hips against your fingers. The inner walls of her vagina closed up on you tightly as the pleasure of her orgasm worked its way from her crotch and across her body. Her feet flexed and moved in circles as her legs hyperextended themselves. Her arms wrapped around the nape of your neck. Her head tilted backwards and her eyes rolled upwards as she made the most pathetic sound you had ever heard and topped it off with more incoherent mutterings of pleasure. When she was done and her limp body lay panting in your grip, you dropped her with careless abandon. Mikan landed in a heap on the floor and gradually curled into the foetal position, her exasperated panting turning into broken sobbing. As she lay there crying, you pulled down your pants and freed your raging erection, ready to continue your assault.

“Stop whining.” You told her. “It’s not over yet.”

Snapped back to reality by your words, Mikan quickly pushed herself into a crawling position and attempted to move towards the door. “I-Isn’t it enough already? I won’t tell anyone, so please, let me go!”

As she made her futile attempt at escape, you grabbed Mikan by the back of her head and forcefully slammed her face into the hard rooftop below. Flipping her over, you grabbed Mikan’s blazer and ripped it open, popping its buttons off in your haste. With her shirt exposed, you grabbed and forcefully pried it apart, exposing the large, soft breasts that lay beneath. For a moment, you were taken aback by the lacey, black bra she wore beneath her unassuming outer clothing, but you quickly turned your surprise into another opportunity to break her.

“What’s this?” You asked, sliding a hand under Mikan’s bra and flicking your fingers around her pointy nipples. “That’s a pretty adult bra you’re wearing. I guess you really are every bit the slut I thought you were.”

Bleeding slightly from the gash you had given her on her forehead, Mikan could only quietly sob as she looked away, resigned to her unfortunate fate. Pleased by her submission, you hurriedly grabbed at the clasp of her bra and ripped it off, causing her heaving breasts to spill out into the open air. Despite being attached to such a repulsive woman, Mikan’s breasts were rather impressive. Big, meaty and soft, they were easily pliable as you kneaded them in your hands. Mikan flinched and choked at your ministrations, digging her nails into her hands as she endured the experience.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” you warned. “I haven’t even started yet.”

With that, you took Mikan’s breasts in your hands and squeezed them around your hard dick. Almost immediately, the warmth and softness of her pillowy boobs around your raging cock made you release a contented sigh. They felt even better than you thought they would and the way her chest heaved with her sobbing only made things better. Fondling her breasts, you began to move your dick back and forth in their embrace. Mikan kept her eyes tightly shut and her head tilted away as you plowed into her, which only served to reignite your anger. Taking hold of her head and using your thumb to wipe the streams of blood from her nostrils, you forced Mikan to look in your direction.

“Don’t fucking look away from me, you piece of trash.” You snapped at her, causing her watery eyes to fly open. “Open your mouth. Do it!”

“P-Please…” She moaned as your pistoning dick hit her in the face. “I just…I-I just want to go home…”

“Then open your mouth before I force it open.” You reiterated.

With another hopeless sob, Mikan opened her dripping mouth as wide as she could. In an instant, you moved your dick out of the comfort of her cleavage and into the sopping wet warmth of her mouth, thrusting all the way to the hilt with little warning. Her eyes widened in shock and discomfort, Mikan choked and spluttered around your dick as you began to mercilessly thrust it into her.

“Y-Yeah…” You moaned, savouring the sensation of her wet tongue flicking and coiling around the head of your dick. “That’s good… You use those teeth and I’ll knock them out, got it?”

Of course, Mikan couldn’t answer. She couldn’t do much of anything but struggle to breathe as you forced her to deepthroat you. Your hands possessively gripped her head as you facefucked her, serving as a constant reminder of the position she was in. Tears streamed heavily down her face and she occasionally looked up at you with desperate pleading eyes. It was all getting to be too much. You gave an urgent groan as you pulled your dick from her gasping mouth and placed it between her breasts.

“Squeeze them together! Now!” You demanded, prompting her to meekly take her breasts and press your dick between them.

Tilting your head back in anticipation of your orgasm, you pumped in and out of Mikan’s cleavage in pursuit of that blinding pleasure. With your thumbs pulling her mouth open, her tongue touched the tip of your dick as it emerged from between her breasts. Before long, you could feel your toes curling and your eyes rolling.

“Fuck! Cumming!” You shouted, spurting a hot load of cum all over Mikan’s face and hair. You groaned out your pleasure as you covered the defenseless girl beneath you in your hot, white goo,

When it was all over and you looked back down at Mikan, she lay there with nothing but tears in her eyes, doing little to remove the cum you had splattered her with or get away.

“Looks like you’re learning.” You remarked, pushing her legs apart and exposing her vagina once more. “I’m still hard, so I’ll be helping myself to this now. If you scream too loud, I’ll hurt you.”

Mikan bit her lip and openly wept as you prepared to push yourself into her. From somewhere in the back of her mind, the last bit of resistance she had left in her body bubbled to the surface.

“I-I was saving myself…” She muttered out, tearing up again. “Saving myself for someone who forgave me... for someone who’d love me. P-Please, don’t do this. I’m begging you. Please don’t do this to me…”

For a moment, you stopped. Those weren’t the usual pleas of the worthless, pitiful Mikan you knew. They weren’t the frantic, stumbling attempts to win approval that had made you despise her in the first place. From somewhere deep inside of her, Mikan had managed a truly sincere and desperate appeal for some kind of mercy – some kind of forgiveness. If she had managed it earlier, you might have granted her wish, leaving her maidenhood intact and allowing her to walk away with a small shred of her dignity intact…

But you were too far gone. You had to see this through to the end. She needed to understand her weakness.

With a sudden, powerful thrust of your hips, you were wrapped in the folds of Mikan’s vagina, eliciting a cry of pain as you punched through her hymen. Completely robbed of the only thing she had left, Mikan’s initial cry turned into a slow, quiet kind of sobbing that could only come of being entirely devoid of hope. Grabbing her by the legs and pulling them as far apart as they would go, you continued to pound your dick into the overwhelming moistness of Mikan’s vagina. To be frank, you were almost disappointed by her reactions. Even at this stage, she had no will to fight. All she could do was lie back and whine in forced pleasure as you violated her body.

“Hah… Hah… You’re actually pretty tight.” You panted as you thrust into Mikan harder and faster. “Don’t worry… At this rate, I’ll be done soon…”

You weren’t lying. Mikan’s vagina was warm, wet and wild. It tugged at your dick as you forced it into her, sucking and wrapping around its most sensitive areas in a concerted effort to drain you of everything you had in your balls. Even as Mikan cried and wailed her discomfort, her vagina betrayed her with its boundless enthusiasm and smothering tightness. Roughly fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples as you fucked her with everything you had, you gritted your teeth against the pleasure and squeezed your eyes shut.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. It feels like I’m being sucked dry…” You moaned. “I’m going to cum inside you…”

“No… Y-You can’t…” Mikan whimpered, placing her soft, sweaty hands on your pecs in an attempt to get you off. The feeling of her delicate fingers fondling your nipples did just that. Squeezing her heaving breasts painfully, you let out a loud shout of pleasure as you thrust all the way into Mikan. In an instant, your cum was spurting inside of her warm folds, painting her womb as you humped slavishly at her prone form. When the dizzying pleasure came to an end and your cock softened inside of her, you finally pulled yourself away from Mikan and fell exhaustedly onto your ass

“Damn… I guess you’re good for something after all.” You moaned, wiping the sweat from your brow. “Hey, now that I’ve had my way, I guess you’re probably wondering if you’re free to go.”

A cursory glance at Mikan told a different story, however. As she lay there with semen dripping out of her used vagina, Mikan stared blankly up at the sky, the last of her tears trickling down the sides of her face. In this position, she was quite the depressing sight – a thoroughly broken girl with her breasts and vagina exposed, covered and filled with cum. Her clothes had been savagely torn and thrown aside and the various bruises and markings you had imparted on her shown more brightly than ever without the haze of lust clouding your senses. Standing and pulling on your clothes, you approached Mikan and prodded her with your foot.

“Well, you’re not going to be much fun like this, are you?” You sighed. “I guess they don’t call me the Ultimate Sex Offender for nothing.”

Walking away from Mikan’s broken body, you made your way towards the door to the rooftop and pulled it open for the person waiting on the other side. The girl was endowed with what many would call perfect looks – striking blue eyes, an hourglass figure and flawlessly perfect skin all wrapped into the package of a highly fashionable gyaru. She smiled wickedly as she walked onto the rooftop.

“She’s all yours.” You stated, lazily, as you walked down the stairs and into the school building, letting the door close behind you.

The gyaru looked down at Mikan with a twisted gleam in her eyes as she approached.

“Doesn’t that just feel amazing?”