The sight of the bulging crowd from across the street was quite the unusual sight, more so given they were jamming up a part of the same Hero Agency you were about to enter. The fact you could notice a few camera flashes & even a few signs being held up didn't help your perception of 'em. Be it mindless paparazzi wannabes, idiot barbarians from the politically extreme sections, or whatever else, they were better off with their asses to the curb.

Putting them out of your mind, you enter the nascent Hero Agency, passing through all the security plus explaining your business at the front desk. Before you could move on, one of the agency phones rang. At once, its speaker came to life with a familiar cool voice, although sounding a bit fatigued.

"Come around to the gym." Heading further inside, you eventually come across the almost entirely deserted gym, all save for a single heroic occupant. Sweat drenched, Shoto worked the bench press bench, huffing softly despite heaving easily over a hundred pounds worth of plates on the bar. And, of course, with not a spotter in sight.

Approaching him, you barely note his disheveled workout clothes since there was an unfortunate sight right behind the fortunate one that was him. So that's why all those people were huddled around the glass window. And apparently, all the lovesick fan attention didn't bother Shoto in the slightest as he finished his set, eyes focusing on you with a curious glint as he breathed deeply.

"Hmm?"

"Well... we could... I mean, if that's what you want..." Shoto paused for a moment and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly before continuing, "But maybe not here in the middle of work. There are empty offices or even dorm rooms nearby where we can have some privacy." He flashed a shy smile, clearly embarrassed but also slightly excited by the prospect.

"Okay... if you're sure that's safe and all," Shoto said hesitantly as he followed the other hero to what seemed to be their home. He glanced around, taking in the living room and noticing a nearby guest bedroom, which could easily double as a private getaway for whatever they had in mind. Still feeling somewhat nervous but also aroused, Shoto nodded once before closing the distance between them.

Without further ado, he wrapped his arms around the other hero and kissed them passionately. As their tongues danced together, he began to feel a familiar heat building within him; his quirk was beginning to react to the intense emotions of desire and need coursing through both their bodies.

"Do you want me...?" Shoto whispered into their ear, brushing a hand against the other's crotch teasingly as he felt his own arousal pressing

"I do... I want you so much." The other hero moaned into his ear as their hips rocked against him in response. Shoto felt his own desire growing exponentially, fueled by the heat emanating from the other's body and their passionate reply. He released a soft growl before lifting them up effortlessly, carrying them towards the nearby guest bedroom. The moment he kicked the door closed behind him, he placed them gently on the bed and quickly joined them in an explosion of need and desire.

Their bodies tangled together as they kissed hungrily, grinding against each other, seeking relief from the building tension. Shoto's fingers dug into the sheets beneath him as his quirk continued to intensify; the cold air swirling around them seemed almost to enhance their senses, making every touch and movement that much more electrifying.

"God... I want to..." The blond murmured as he positioned himself between the other hero's legs, their flushed skin and needy moans filling his senses with lust. With one swift movement, Shoto pushed down, sliding his length into them in a single stroke that left both of them gasping.

His hips moved in a furious rhythm as he began to pound into their body, their heat intensifying further as they wrapped their legs and arms around him, urging him on with every moan. The air between them seemed to shimmer with the contrast of hot and cold, enhancing the sensation of their skin rubbing together as they moved in perfect synchrony.

I won't... Not here... But I can bite your lip if you want. That might sting enough... Or how about I run my tongue along it? Maybe that will feel good too, just a little rougher than normal... Shall I try that? He panted heavily as he continued to thrust into the other, his quirk making every touch somehow hotter and more intense.

Slipping his hand beneath the other hero's chin, he tilts their head back gently, exposing their neck and offering a tantalizing target as he nips at their tender flesh. "There is no red room..." He growls before sucking hard on the spot he just bitten, causing them to moan loudly in response. With renewed focus, Shoto drives himself deeper inside them, his movements growing more erratic and intense.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he pounds harder into the other hero, their moans echoing through his head like a drug-induced haze. With every thrust, his quirk sends shivers of pleasure through him, intensifying the sensation of heat and cold swirling around them. Suddenly, Shoto feels a hand wrap around his cock as they begin to stroke in time with their movements, sending him spiraling closer and closer to release.

With one final thrust, he cries out as his body tenses and releases its pent-up tension into the other hero. His seed spurts forth, painting their stomach and chest as he collapses atop them, panting heavily. A moment later, he realizes they're still stroking him, keeping his erection hard even after climaxing. Grinning, Shoto begins to return the favor, his free hand

Hmm? Okay... If you insist on playing these games, I guess there's no reason to deny you your fun. Sitting up slowly, Shoto pulls out from the other hero with a wet sucking sound, leaving behind a glistening trail of precum and his own seed. He gazes down at them lustfully as they pant beneath him, their chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation.

With an amused grin, Shoto reaches out to stroke their cheek before leaning forward to press their lips together in a soft kiss. "Lead the way," he murmurs against their mouth before following them obediently as they begin to crawl across the room on all fours, tail wagging playfully behind them. His eyes trail hungrily over their body, taking in every curve and contour as they lead him towards whatever mysterious 'red room' awaits.

Shoto watches with interest as the other hero speeds up their crawl, a hint of pain in their expression. Suddenly, he has an idea; his eyes sparkle mischievously and he retrieves his belt from where it hangs loosely at his waist. With a wicked grin, Shoto cracks the leather against the floor a few times before swiftly wrapping it around the other's shoulders, yanking it tight across their back.

"Crawl faster," he growls playfully in their ear, giving the belt an experimental tug. The other hero yelps, but speeds up nonetheless as they scramble forward across the floor on hands and knees. Shoto laughs darkly, a thrill running through him at the power dynamic this little game has created between them.

His grip on the leather tightens as he feels their movements growing more frantic beneath him. Shoto laughs cruelly, enjoying the control he has over this situation, watching them squirm helplessly beneath his touch. "That's it, crawl faster," he whispers into their ear, breath warm against their neck, sending shivers down their spine. They obey without hesitation now, focusing solely on reaching whatever destination lies ahead as quickly as possible.

The red-tinted room comes into view just as the other hero finally manages to crawl up to it, their back arching slightly in exhaustion as they pant for breath. Shoto grins wickedly and removes the belt from around their shoulders before hooking it back onto his own pants, just below his ribcage. He walks forward, trailing a finger down their exposed spine as he admires the way their skin flushed with effort and obedience. "Well done," Shoto purred, nipping at the other's earlobe playfully before turning them around roughly to face him once more. "But what exactly am I supposed to do now?"

"I see..." Shoto raised an eyebrow at their bold suggestion, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he considered the possibilities. He took a step back, evaluating the other hero before circling them slowly, running a hand over their exposed shoulder and down their arm. "Hmmm... I think I'll start with this," Shoto murmured, leaning in close to nip at their collarbone playfully before reaching around to slap them hard across the cheek. The sting ignites desire anew within him as he pins their arms above their head and presses his body against theirs.

"That's just for trying to tell me what to do," Shoto growled, bending down to nibble at the other's earlobe as one hand slid beneath them, pushing them closer against his growing arousal. His quirk flares briefly, causing

His body responds to their eager pleas with a surge of lust as he picks the other up effortlessly, carrying them over to where they were kneeling before. "You're certainly acting like one," Shoto husked, planting another open-handed slap against their ass cheek before pushing them roughly down onto all fours. Their position leaves them exposed and vulnerable; Shoto savors the power he has over them in this moment as he pulls his hand back, readying to strike again.

With a sigh of resignation, Shoto realizes that slapping won't be nearly enough; if he wants this to feel truly good for both of them, he needs something else entirely... Something more intense and raw. Gritting his teeth, he circles around behind the other hero once again before crouching down next to them. Reaching out, he parts their buttocks with one hand and

The thought makes his heart race with anticipation; the power and the pain intertwining into something far more thrilling than he could have ever imagined. Taking a step back, he retrieves a soft leather flogger from its resting place on a nearby shelf. Testing its weight in his hand, feeling the supple leather slide through his fingers, he once again circles around behind them, this time stopping when he's right beside their naked ass.

He takes a deep breath before swinging the flogger forward with all his might. The air crackles as it makes contact with the other's flesh, leaving red welts in its wake. The other cries out in pain and surprise, arching their back as much as their position allows. Shoto barely has time to register this before swinging again; another harsh strike lands across their already-stinging ass cheek.

"Ah! Sto--

"Stop?" Shoto echoed incredulously as he continued to rain down blow after punishing blow across their ass and thighs, each one making them cry out in both agony and pleasure. With every swing of the flogger, his lust grew fiercer; it was as if this newfound dominance unleashed some primal part of him that he had never known existed until now.

The other hero's back arched higher and higher with each strike, their cries of pain becoming increasingly muffled against the carpet beneath them as they grew more and more aroused by the sensation of being so thoroughly dominated. Shoto felt a thrill course through him at the sight; he was bringing this other hero to a place they'd never been before, pushing them past their limits until all that remained was raw desire and need for him to fulfill.

And as the flogger continued to fall again and again across

Panting heavily, his breath hot against the other hero's neck as he leans down to whisper curses and obscenities into their ear, Shoto reaches between their legs with one hand, finding them already slick with arousal. He thrust a single finger roughly inside, feeling their body convulse around him as they moan. With each passing second, his desire to claim them completely grows stronger; he can feel himself pressing against their entrance, desperate for release but unwilling to take his eyes off the sight of them quivering beneath him.

With a growl of frustration, Shoto releases the other hero's hair from his grip and reaches up with both hands to grab a fistful of it instead; he yanks their head back roughly as he continues to thrust his finger in and out of them faster and harder. At the same time, he rains open-handed slaps across their face, chest,

Their cries are muffled by their own gasps as he slams his cock into them over and over again, each thrust driving him closer to the edge of sanity. Their body trembles with need beneath him, welcoming his rough treatment as much as it craves release from it. With a final growl, Shoto comes violently inside them, his seed jetting forth in hot spurts that splash against their stomach and chest.

He collapses atop them moments later, panting heavily as he feels the aftershocks of orgasm ripple through his body. Their hair falls forward to obscure his vision again; the carpet beneath them is soaked with sweat and cum alike. With a sigh, Shoto rolls off them and lies beside them, basking in the warmth of their skin as they slowly catch their breath.

For a moment, there

My apologies... that went further than I intended. But it felt so good... to finally give into those desires. To dominate and be dominated in return... It was a release unlike anything else.

The other hero moans your words into the pillow, arching their back invitingly. Shoto takes this as permission to continue and grabs them roughly by the hair once more, yanking their head up so that they're forced to meet his eyes. "Do you want it?" he growls before slapping them hard across the cheek. Tears well in their eyes and roll down their flushed cheeks as Shoto begins to pound into them even harder, grunting with effort each time he thrusts deeper inside.

"Cry for me," Shoto whispers harshly between gritted teeth, squeezing their throat possessively. The other hero's cries fill the room, fueling his desire further as he loses himself in the sensation of being wanted and needed so desperately.

With every slap of his hand across your cheek and each thrust deep inside you, the pleasure-pain mixes into something primal. You want more of it; you crave the complete submission that only he can give. Your body arches off the bed as Shoto takes you hard and fast, claiming you with every breath. And as your cries fill the room, Shoto's own release builds inside him, threatening to break free in a torrent of pleasure and anguish. He doesn't care if you hate him after this; all that matters now is losing control together, drowning in the intensity of their shared moment.

As if responding to your plea, Shoto's thrusts grow even harder and faster, his body tensing as he nears his release. Each powerful stroke drives him deeper inside you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire being. The air is thick with the sound of skin slapping against skin; a harsh rhythm that matches the wild beat of both your hearts. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, each one mingling with his as they carry you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

But just when you think you can't take anymore, Shoto pulls out suddenly, leaving you gasping for air. You turn your head to look up at him in confusion, only to find yourself met by his triumphant smirk as he lines himself up behind you. With a force that takes your breath away, he slams into you from behind, claiming you once more with a deep, gr

The sensation of being filled again, this time from behind, is beyond anything you could have imagined. You cry out as Shoto thrusts deeper into you, each stroke hitting a spot inside you that you didn't even know existed until now. The friction between your bodies creates an inferno of heat and need that burns through every thought except for the one consuming desire to feel him moving inside you.

Your arms quiver as you try to steady yourself against the bed, desperate for any sort of purchase in this maelstrom of pleasure. But as Shoto continues to drive into you harder and faster, it becomes clear that there's no stopping now; the only thing that matters is surrendering fully to the intense sensations coursing through every fibre of your being.

Your words are music to his ears as he grips a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back, exposing your face to his view. With every harsh slap across your cheek and each sharp tug on your hair, the heat from his body presses you deeper into the mattress; there's no escape from this powerful connection he has with you now.

He growls as he spits onto your face, relishing in the mix of saliva and tears that pool around your lips. It only serves to heighten the intensity of the sensations coursing through him as he continues to take you hard from behind, each thrust driving him closer and closer to the edge of release. And with every passing second, he can feel himself getting closer; his body tenses and trembles with anticipation for the moment when they will finally become one in a wave of ecstasy that knows no bounds.

As if his body were made of steel and his heart a furnace, Shoto thrusts harder into you, ignoring the way your moans turn into pleas for mercy as he loses himself in the power he feels when he takes you like this. With every harsh slap against your cheek and every tug on your hair, another thread of control snaps free, sending him deeper into the dark oblivion where only sensation reigns supreme.

His movements grow more erratic now, each thrust a desperate attempt to find release from the pressure building inside him; he arches his back and lets out a primal groan as his climax finally crashes over him in a wave of ecstasy that leaves him spent and gasping for air.

Collapsing atop you, Shoto tries to catch his breath but can't help but wonder if he's gone too far this time; the aftersh

"I... don't know," he whispers hoarsely, nuzzling your neck as he struggles to regain his composure. "It was like something snapped and I couldn't control myself anymore." He pauses, embarrassment mixing with the lingering traces of desire in his voice. "I never thought I could feel that way toward someone... especially not you."

With a sigh, Shoto rolls off you, giving you both some much-needed space to catch your breath. The room feels quiet and oddly empty without the heat from their bodies filling it; like the passion they shared has left an indelible mark on everything around them. As he stares at the ceiling, he can't help but wonder what comes next for them both.

His lips twitch at your bold words as he sits up on the bed, contemplating his options. Seeing you so defiant and unapologetic in spite of everything that's just happened stirs something new inside him; a strange mix of anger and desire. He pushes himself off the mattress, towering over you with his hands braced on either side of your head.

"I haven't decided yet," he says through gritted teeth, gazing down at you hungrily. "But if I do... it won't be because of something as shallow as wanting my dick to get big again."

A growl rumbles through his chest as he studies your face. You belong to him now, whether you like it or not; the thought stirs something primal inside him that he can no longer ignore. With a sudden lunge, he pins you down beneath him once more, feeling the pressure of his weight on your hips. "You're mine," he rasps into your ear before capturing your lips in a rough, possessive kiss. His tongue slips past your teeth to duel with yours as one hand finds its way up your leg and under your shirt, seeking out warm skin.

The other trails lower still, teasing at the band of fabric that separates him from his prize; with a quick tug, it's gone. His cock springs free, hard and demanding attention as he positions himself above you once more. "Say it," he murmurs against your skin, guiding himself

His cheek flares with hurt as your words cut deep, but he doesn't let it distract him. Instead, he uses the sting to fuel his desire, growling as he backhands you across the other cheek hard enough to make tears spring to your eyes once more. "Say it!" he snarls, leaning down so that their faces are inches apart. Spit flies from between his lips as he speaks; his words landing wet and warm on your skin like a brand.

You feel the heat of his cock against your entrance and suddenly realize what he wants to hear. "I'm... yours," you mumble, barely able to get the words out past the lump in your throat.

He growls again, pleased but not satisfied; more than anything else right now, he needs to see it. His free hand grips a fistful of your hair and yanks

The words are like gasoline on a fire; his lust ignites with the recognition that you belong to him completely and utterly. With a harsh grunt, he slams into you hard, claiming your body as his own as he pounds away at your sensitive spot over and over again. The pain is exquisite, but so too is the pleasure; each thrust sends shockwaves of release through every nerve ending in your body.

As he takes what's his with brutal force, Shoto pins you down beneath him like a bug, his face contorted into a snarl as he spits on your cheek and slaps it with rough, possessive hands. His grip on your hair tightens to the point where it hurts, but somehow it only serves to heighten the experience for both of you.

With each thrust deeper inside you, his control begins to slip further away; soon there's

His voice hoarse and ragged from the exertion of holding back his growls, Shoto pulls your hair hard, forcing your head back as he pounds into you harder still. The pain is unbearable, but somehow so is the pleasure; every fibre of your being thrums with need as you moan and squirm beneath him. With a groan that comes from deep within his chest, Shoto finds release; his body tenses as he thrusts one final time to the hilt before collapsing limply on top of you, spent.

The room is silent save for their laboured breathing and the sound of sweat trickling down your skin. His weight presses into you like a physical manifestation of his dominance; you feel owned in a way that's both frightening and exhilarating. After what feels like an eternity, Shoto rolls off of you with a s

Growling low in his throat, Shoto complies with your request. He spits onto your stomach, the hot saliva mixing with your sweat as he watches your chest rise and fall with each breath. With a mocking laugh, he brings his hand up to snap his fingers near your face. "That wasn't hard enough for you?" he asks sarcastically before delivering another sharp slap across your cheek.

The sting makes tears well in your eyes once more but you refuse to look away or flinch under his gaze. Instead, you lift your head slightly to meet his challenging glare and say simply: "Yes." It's a single word that seems to echo through the room like thunder, vibrating between them like an unspoken promise of submission.

He obliges, leaning down to spit a long, viscous strand of saliva onto your face before palming it and wiping it across your cheek. The feel of his rough hand sends shivers down your spine as he growls into your ear, "That's more like it." Then, without warning, he slaps you hard enough to make your head snap back. Stars explode in your vision but you don't even flinch; instead, a small moan escapes your lips at the harsh contact.

"You like that?" He asks roughly, his voice low and menacing. "You want more?" His hand flies up again, ready to connect with your face once more.

Growling in satisfaction, he slaps you again and again, harder each time, his hand connecting with your face like a whip. Tears stream down your cheeks as you choke out moans of pain and pleasure beneath him, arching your back instinctively. He takes the invitation, his free hand moving to grope roughly at your breast through your shirt before yanking it aside to reveal your nipple. His thumb circles around the sensitive bud, pinching sharply as he continues to assault your face.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" He snarls in your ear. "You belong to me now." He pauses, his hand hovering momentarily before delivering one final slap that rocks your head back and leaves you dazed and breathless beneath him.

His breath hitches as he looks down at you, your face a mask of pain and arousal. He traces a shaky hand through the sweat-dampened hair above your brow, tugging gently before letting his fingers drift lower... to stroke along the length of your jaw, down over your neck and collarbone. His touch is light yet possessive; he feels like he's claiming every inch of you right now. "What do you want more of?" he asks quietly, his voice hoarse with need and lust.

Clenching his jaw, he leans down and spits on your face once more. "You're my pathetic little slut," he growls as he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back so that you can feel the hot spittle slide down across your cheek. With a shaking hand, he brings it up to slap you hard across the other cheek again, the sting adding fuel to the fire burning inside him. "You like this? Huh?" His voice is harsh and rough as his other hand gropes roughly at your breast, tweaking painfully on your nipple before pinching harder still. "You're all mine now."

Shouto shouts with triumph and possession, the power surging through him, nearly overwhelming his senses. He can't hold back any longer; he needs to claim you fully, brand you as his

The heat building inside him is almost unbearable; he can feel himself trembling with the need to release it all into you, to make you his completely and utterly. With one last harsh slap across your cheek, Shoto gives in to the urge, slamming into you hard and fast as the pleasure washes over him in a wave of ecstasy so intense it threatens to consume everything in its path.

He pants heavily as he collapses on top of you, feeling your body quivering beneath his as the aftershocks of your climax ripple through both of you. For a long moment, there's only the sound of ragged breath and laboured gasps filling the room before Shoto finally finds the strength to roll off of you, lying beside you, spent but oddly satisfied.

His chest heaves as he stares at the ceiling, cont

"It was all just too much..." he whispers hoarsely, trying to catch his breath and collect his thoughts. "I never meant to hurt you... I just needed that... release." He turns his head toward you, gazing at your beautiful, tear-streaked face with a mixture of relief and regret etched on his features. You're still so tense beneath him, but he knows that what happened between them wasn't all bad; it was just... overwhelming.

With a tired sigh, Shoto rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling again as he tries to sort through his emotions. He can feel your eyes on him, but doesn't know what to say anymore. All he knows is that things are different now; there's no going back from this... and somehow, despite everything that's happened tonight, he finds himself looking forward to figuring out just what that

"You're a fucking slut!" he snaps before immediately regretting his words. He was trying to be comforting, and now it just comes out wrong again. Shit! It's like the only thing that ever comes out of his mouth right now is crap.

He turns back toward you, his face red with embarrassment. "I didn't mean... That wasn't... I don't know what I meant!" He tries to find your eyes, but they keep sliding away from him like he's made of sandpaper or something equally unpleasant.

He reaches out a hand toward you, wanting to touch and soothe, but not quite sure if that's the right move either. His mind is a tangled mess of lust and regret, anger and longing; it's hard to know where one emotion ends and another begins anymore. All he knows is that he doesn

He sucks in a sharp breath as you begin to lick his armpit, the feeling sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through his body. For a moment, he can only stare at you, dumbfounded. Then, with a growl, he leans forward and slaps your cheek hard enough to make your head spin. "Don't," he grinds out between clenched teeth.

With one hand, he grips your hair tightly while the other comes up to slap you again across the opposite cheek. And another. And another. The pain is exquisite, and as much as he hates it, he also craves it; it's a reminder that even in this messed-up situation, there are still boundaries.

As he continues to slap you, his voice grows ragged with emotion. "I don't know what I want from you

His grip on your hair tightens almost painfully as he growls out a harsh, "No." Then just as quickly, he releases you, nearly shoving you away as he glares down at you. His heart races and his breath comes in ragged gasps; it's like every nerve ending in his body is on edge, yearning for something he can't quite identify.

With a frustrated grunt, Shoto turns away from you, scrubbing a hand roughly over his face. "I don't know," he mumbles, shaking his head slowly. "I just... This isn't right." The words are barely audible, lost in the silence that has descended between them.

The air feels heavy and oppressive; it's like there's a physical weight on Shoto's chest, making it hard to breathe. He wants this

His hands curl into fists at his sides as he struggles to keep himself from responding with violence. You're right; he's not a good person, but that doesn't make what you said any less true. He wants this... God, he needs it, but every time he thinks about taking it further, some tiny part of him recoils in horror at the idea of hurting you like he did before.

His voice is barely a whisper as he finally speaks, "I don't know how to be anything else." He pauses, wincing inwardly at his own words before admitting, "Maybe I need... time."

The confession hangs between them like a heavy weight; it feels almost impossibly awkward and uncomfortable for both of them. Finally, Shoto looks up, meeting your eyes once more. There's no apology in his gaze,

He feels himself begin to flush with embarrassment at your words; they remind him too much of everything that's happened between them so far. Still, he can't quite bring himself to tell you no or push you away completely. Instead, he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly before moving closer again, his body pressed against yours from shoulder to knee.

"I-I don't know... Maybe..." He trails off uncertainly, not quite able to articulate what it is that he wants or needs from you right now. All he knows is that he doesn't want this weird tension between them anymore; he just wants... more of everything that's happened so far tonight.

His face flushes as he realizes his erection is obvious against your stomach; he glances down in shame, unable to meet your eyes. Despite everything that's happened, the desire still burns within him. Unable to resist any longer, he reaches out and grips his hardness through his pants, squeezing gently before tugging it toward you.

"Take it," he whispers hoarsely, arching his back as he presents himself to you. "I need... I want you to." He closes his eyes tightly, waiting for your touch, wanting nothing more than to feel the heat of your hands and mouth on him once more.

With a growl that vibrates low in his throat, Shoto yanks your hair roughly to force you upright as he kneels behind you. His free hand grasps at the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head and tossing it aside, revealing your bound breasts. With a harsh bark of laughter that's more than a little bitter, he says, "You like it rough?" Then he proceeds to prove his point as his rough hands pinch and squeeze your nipples while his teeth scrape along the tender skin at the nape of your neck. "Tell me how much you want it," he breathes into your ear before slapping your ass hard enough to sting.

He spits on your face, the hot saliva dripping down over your cheeks and chin as he roughly grasps a fistful of hair and yanks your head back to give you better access. Then with a snarl that sounds more animalistic than human, he slams into you hard enough to make your vision white out for a moment. You feel the rough skin of his knuckles brush against your entrance as he pistons his hips, each thrust driving deeper and harder inside you.

"Tell me how much it hurts!" he demands, slapping at the sensitive flesh between your legs. His fingers dig in as he grips your hip, pulling roughly to change the angle of penetration. "Is this what you want? Huh?" Another brutal thrust and another hard slap against your ass. "Tell me!"

Heat pools low in his belly; the feel

The word sends shockwaves of desire coursing through him; he growls and thrusts harder, using the leverage to angle deeper inside you. His other hand gropes roughly at your breast, pinching and twisting the already tender nipple as he pounds into you. "That's it," he pants, his breath hot against your neck. "Give it to me." Another brutal slap against your ass punctuates his words as he loses control, driven by the need to feel you surrender completely to him.

The world narrows down to nothing but the pleasure-pain coursing through his body and the heat of yours beneath him; he can't remember why it mattered before or why anything else ever did. All that matters now is this moment, this connection between them. With one final thrust, he releases himself into you, groaning as he empties himself deep inside your body.

As he finishes, he collapses onto you, his weight pinning your arms to the bed as he gasps for air. His heart races and his vision swims; he can feel the aftershocks of orgasm washing through him, leaving him limp and sated but not entirely relaxed. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex that lingers around you.

"Thank you," he manages to say finally, voice hoarse with emotion. "I... I needed that." His fingers curl loosely through the hair at your nape before trailing down your back, lazily exploring the ridges of your spine and the soft skin behind your shoulder blades. It's almost like he's trying to reassure himself that you really are here with him, that this isn't just some twisted dream.

He growls in response, feeling anger and lust rising up inside him again. With a sharp yank, he pulls your hair back, forcing you to look up at him as he spits into your face again before roughly pushing you down onto the bed once more. His hips thrust forward before slamming into you hard enough to make the mattress dent beneath you, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and need. One hand tightens painfully around your hair while the other gropes roughly at your breast, tweaking viciously on your nipple before pinching even harder as he speeds up, fucking you hard enough to steal your breath away.

His thrusts grow harder and faster, his body slamming into yours with increasing force as he struggles to maintain control. His other hand bends and twists your nipple nearly to the point of pain before slapping at your ass, the sting only serving to heighten the sensation coursing through you. "You want it rough? Well you've got it!" he snarls between gritted teeth, grinding his hips against you as he feels the familiar heat begin to build once more. His muscles tense and relax in perfect rhythm with each brutal thrust, pushing deeper and harder inside you, seeking release from the building pressure inside.

"Fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth as his movements become even more frenzied. The pleasure-pain coursing through him is almost unbearable; it feels like his whole body is on the verge of shattering apart from the force of it all. He growls and thrusts harder, desperate for release even as he worries that he might hurt you in the process.

One last brutal slap against your ass and one final grinding movement deep inside and Shoto's entire body goes tense, his orgasm tearing through him like a whirlwind. He collapses atop you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath while also savoring the warmth that spreads between your legs from where he came so hard.

For several long moments they lie entwined together, Shoto's heart racing and sweat dripping down his body as he

He gasps as you beg him not to cum yet; it feels like a challenge thrown down between them. With a growl, he rolls off of you, hovering over your body with his weight balanced on one arm. His other hand reaches down, giving himself a rough squeeze through his pants, already starting to harden once more as he looks at you, the desire etched so clearly onto your flushed features and shaking frame.

With a lewd grin curling across his lips, Shoto lunges forward, capturing one of your breasts in his free hand before pinching and tweaking the nipple even harder than before. "This feels better when it hurts?" He questions breathily as he continues to torture the sensitive bud between his fingers, thumb dancing across the equally delicate skin surrounding it. His other hand slips back down between your legs, roughly spreading your folds apart and

He chuckles darkly at your reply, the sound vibrating through you like a caress as his fingers begin to explore once more, seeking out and teasing every sensitive spot he can find. His thumb brushes against your clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from between your lips before he begins to circle, pressing firmly against the aching bud with each pass. His other hand continues to torture your nipple, tweaking it so hard it almost hurts but leaving you begging for more.

"That's it," he whispers harshly in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You want more of this?" Another rough slap against your ass, the sting intensifying with each impact as he thrusts two fingers inside you, fucking them deep and hard while continuing to tease your sensitive flesh with circling motions of his thumb. He arches above

His movements become more urgent as he takes your demand to heart, slamming his hips down onto your body with all the force he can muster while simultaneously pulling your hair and slapping your face with equal brutality. The pleasure-pain that courses through you is almost too much to bear; every nerve ending seems to come alive as his fingers fuck you deeper, curling inward to stroke the spot just right.

His moans fill the room, mingling with yours as he loses control, abandoning himself to the need for release. With one final, brutal thrust, Shoto empties himself into you once more, his hips bucking wildly as he comes hard enough to leave both of you gasping for breath in the aftermath.

Panting heavily, Shoto collapses beside you, catching his breath as he stares down at your flushed and sweaty form. His fingers slip out of you, leaving a hot trail of sensation in their wake as they skim lightly over your hip, ass, thigh... before curling around your hair once more. He pulls gently, forcing your head up to meet his gaze as he lets his free hand fall heavily on your shoulder, pinning you down.

His eyes are almost black with lust and something else; an emotion Shoto can't quite name but which leaves him feeling unsettled and exhilarated all at once. "You like it rough," he says, his voice barely more than a raspy whisper. Then he smiles, lips curling into a feral expression that sends a shiver down your spine. "But you're mine now. I

But I don't want to hurt you. Ever. You understand that? As he speaks, his free hand slides up your body, cupping one of your breasts with surprising tenderness before giving it a gentle squeeze. The contrast between the brutality of their previous encounter and this tender touch is almost jarring, but somehow... perfect. Like the two sides of a coin that complete each other when they're brought together. His eyes search yours for any sign of understanding, for a glimpse into your heart where he hopes he'll find what he needs: peace and acceptance; proof that you truly belong to him now, body and soul.

But as much as he wants it, there's still part of him that hesitates, that wonders if this is really the right path for either of them...and if not, then what?

His grip on your hair tightens, and his hand becomes rougher as he yanks you roughly toward him and slaps you across the face. The sting of it mingles with the ache from where you've been taken so roughly; you can taste blood in the corner of your mouth. As if to emphasize his dominance, Shoto thrusts his hips forward, grinding his erection against your lips as he growls into your ear.

"Lick me clean," he demands harshly, his hand gripping a fistful of hair as he forces you up onto shaking legs. You obey without hesitation, opening your mouth and wrapping your tongue around the head of his cock even as tears sting the backs of your eyes from the pain.

He groans at the contact, his fingers digging harder into your scalp as his hips move with increasing urgency, driving you

"Good girl," he murmurs between gritted teeth as you begin to lap at him eagerly. He slaps your face again, harder this time, and again, the sting intensifying with each blow but only serving to heighten your arousal. Your cheek throbs from where his hand connects repeatedly, the pain mingling with the pleasure in a way that's almost too much for you to bear.

As you work him expertly with your tongue and teeth, Shoto lets out a hoarse cry, his fingers digging deeper into your scalp as he comes hard onto your tongue. The hot liquid fills your mouth, nearly spilling over as he thrusts his hips forward one final time before finally releasing you, panting heavily as he looks down at the glistening remnants of his release on your lips and chin.

"Good girl," he repeats more softly now, though

His breath hitches in his throat as he looks at you, a mixture of lust and anger burning bright in his eyes. "You like it rough," he growls, "But remember, I'm the one calling the shots." His hand snaps out to slap your cheek again, the sting sending a jolt through your entire body. Then without warning, he yanks you roughly up from the bed by your hair, his cock pressing painfully against your ass as he holds you suspended in midair. "Do you understand?"

His voice is dangerously low now, vibrating through every part of you as if he's branding this moment onto your skin. You nod shakily, unable to meet his gaze as your body trembles beneath his touch. He lets out a rough laugh that sounds more like a growl, then releases you, pushing you roughly back onto the bed before str

He watches you hungrily as you crawl towards him on the bed, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you eye his body greedily. The desire in your gaze sends a wave of heat rolling through him, and he arches up into it, unable to resist any longer. As you reach for his cock, he growls and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly as he thrusts himself between your lips again.

Your tongue teases at the sensitive flesh beneath the head of his cock, curling around him as you suck greedily. His hands dig into your scalp, holding you in place as he fucks your mouth with increasing urgency. With each thrust, he growls out another command: "Suck it," he rasps, "Taste me."

He pumps harder and faster now, feeling the pressure building inside him once

He growls low in his throat as pleasure surges through him, threatening to overwhelm his senses. With one final thrust, he releases himself into your mouth, filling you with his hot cum as he holds you there. The taste of it on your tongue only serves to heighten the sensation, and he doesn't resist the urge to moan as he feels the wave of release wash over him.

As his body begins to steady once more, he lets go of your hair and collapses beside you on the bed, his chest heaving from exertion. His eyes meet yours for a moment, searching for something - understanding or forgiveness, perhaps? But what he finds there is desire. Pure, unadulterated lust that burns brighter than anything else in your gaze.

It's a realization that hits him like a punch to the gut; one so powerful it leaves