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Shouta sat comfortably on the couch, idly reading a pet care book. The turning of the pages filled the quiet apartment. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, breaking the peaceful ambiance. 

The bell chimed again insistently as Shouta sighed and stood up, setting the book gently aside before making his way to the entrance hall. Opening the door, he found Midoriya standing there nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

"Midoriya," he acknowledged curtly, stepping aside to let him enter. "You're late." 

Midoriya scurried past him, keeping his gaze lowered submissively as he replied, "I apologize, Sensei. I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

Shouta shut the door firmly behind him, the click echoing loudly in the small space. He crossed his arms over his chest, fixing Midoriya with a stern look that made him shrink back slightly.

"I suppose you know why you're here?" he asked gruffly, already knowing the answer. Of course he did - they both did. It was the same reason he came over nearly every week now.

Midoriya nodded meekly, clasping his hands tightly together in front of him. "Yes, Sensei. You said... you wanted to see me today."

Shouta gave a short nod, turning on his heel to stride back towards the living room. Over his shoulder, he called out, "Strip. Leave your clothes folded neatly on the floor."

It wasn't a request, and they both understood that. Midoriya hurried to comply, hastily tugging off his uniform top and pants until he stood bare before him save for his underwear. He placed the garments carefully beside the couch cushion, awaiting further instruction. Then after another moment of pause, he also placed his underwear on the cushion. 

Turning back to face him, Shouta looked Midoriya up and down appraisingly, taking in every curve and dip of his lithe figure. He could see the nervous tremble in his posture, the slight hitch in his breathing as anticipation built inside him.But he would not rush this; no, he intended to savor each moment of their encounter.

"Come here," he commanded simply, crooking a finger at him. 

Midoriya approached slowly, hesitantly, until he stood directly before him once more. Up close, Shouta could smell the clean scent of his freshly washed hair, the faint floral perfume clinging uncomfortably to his skin. He reached out a hand to tilt his chin up, forcing him to meet his intense stare.

"We'll begin with the basics," he informed him calmly, though his grip remained firm. "Bathroom. Now."

With that, he released him and strode purposefully towards the bathroom, leaving Midoriya to follow behind. Inside, he began running the shower, adjusting the temperature until steam rose invitingly from the spray.

Turning to face the young man, he ordered, "In. Get cleaned up. Make certain to wash everywhere thoroughly."

Midoriya stepped beneath the warm water, sighing softly as it cascaded over him. He lathered himself meticulously, scrubbing every inch of exposed skin until it glowed pink and tingled. Only when he was fully satisfied that not a speck of dirt remained did he turn off the tap and step out onto the mat, dripping wet.

Shouta handed him a towel, watching intently as he dried himself off vigorously. Once finished, he snatched the damp cloth away and draped it over the rack to dry. Turning to Midoriya, he grabbed another towel and began rubbing it briskly over his hair, working out the excess moisture until it hung in damp tendrils around his face.

"Sit," he instructed shortly, gesturing to the closed toilet lid. When Midoriya perched gingerly upon it, he knelt before him, grasping one foot in his large hands. Slowly, methodically, he began to massage the sole, kneading the arches and toes until Midoriya squirmed slightly. But he held still, knowing better than to pull away.

Midoriya both hated and loved this part of their encounters. Hated being so vulnerable, but loved Shouta cared for him to soothe the underside of his foot. His paw pads, they always get achey and itchy from wearing socks and shoes. 

Shouta worked diligently on both feet until they were supple and relaxed. Rising to his feet, he moved to sit on the edge of the sink counter, patting his thigh meaningfully.

"Come," he encouraged quietly, holding out a hand to assist Midoriya up. He climbed onto his lap facing him, straddling his muscular thighs as he pulled him flush against his chest. His strong arms encircled his waist possessively, holding him tight.

"Good boy," he praised softly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. His breath was hot against his damp skin, raising goosebumps along his flesh. One calloused hand slid up his spine to cup the nape of his neck, tilting his head back to expose the column of his throat.

"Such a good little pet," he murmured approvingly, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the racing pulse. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, drawing a sharp gasp from Izuku's lips. But he did not push him away; instead, he arched into his touch wantonly, craving more.

Shouta chuckled low in his throat, the vibrations rumbling through his broad chest. His fingers tangled in Izuku's damp locks, gripping the soft strands tightly as he claimed his mouth in a searing kiss. He plundered the warm cavern greedily, tongue delving deep to taste his sweet essence.

Panting harshly, he broke the kiss, only to trail his lips lower, blazing a path of fire down the center of Izuku's body. At the swell of his breasts, he paused, glancing up at him with hooded eyes darkened by lust.

"Mine," he growled possessively, before taking one rosy peak into his mouth. He suckled hard, rolling the stiff bud between his teeth before laving it with his tongue. His other hand palmed the neglected breast roughly, kneading the soft mound as if testing the weight and give of it.

Izuku whimpered needily, back arching to press himself more fully into Shota's greedy grasp. His nails dug into his shoulders, claws pricking the fabric of his shirt as pleasure sparked through his veins. He could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against his inner thigh, hard and insistent and promising untold delights.

But Shouta was not ready to grant those desires just yet. No, he meant to tease and torment him mercilessly until he was writhing and begging for his touch. Releasing his breast with a final nip, he soothed the reddened flesh with his thumb, circling the tender nipple slowly.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded hoarsely, voice rough with barely restrained desire. His grip tightened fractionally on his hips, fingers digging into the giving flesh hard enough to leave bruises come morning. "Say it."

Izuku swallowed thickly, trying to find his voice amidst the haze of sensation clouding his mind. When he finally spoke, it emerged as a breathless whisper, "Please, Sensei..."

Shouta smirked wickedly, clearly pleased by his desperate plea. Leaning in closer, he purred, "Please what, little one? Use your words."

Cheeks flushed crimson, Izuku licked his lips nervously before continuing, "Please... touch me. I need..." 

His words cut off abruptly as Shouta surged forward, claiming his mouth in another devastating kiss. He plundered the warm depths greedily, tongue delving deep to stake his claim on his very soul. One hand slid down his spine, lightly tugging at the tail at the end before moving to palm the curve of his rear, squeezing the firm globe appreciatively.

Breaking the kiss, Shouta fixed Izuku with a heated glare, eyes burning into his intensely. "Louder," he commanded gruffly, punctuating the demand with a sharp smack to his ass. "Let me hear you say it."

Izuku yelped at the sudden sting, back arching instinctively. But he did not pull away; instead, he pressed himself more firmly against Shouta's chest, nipples pebbling against the thin fabric of his shirt. Meeting his fiery gaze head-on, he whispered breathlessly, "Touch me, Sensei. Please... I need your hands on my body. Everywhere. I want to feel you... Inside me."

Something dark and hungry flashed in Shouta's eyes at his wanton plea. In an instant, he was standing, carrying Izuku out the bathroom and directly into the bedroom. Soon, he had him pinned beneath him on the bed, looming over him with a predatory grin. His hands roamed his curves greedily, mapping every dip and swell until he knew his body as intimately as his own.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he taunted playfully, fingers dipping down between Izuku's legs to stroke the slick folds hidden within. "So wet already...you must really want it, huh?"

Izuku keened desperately, hips bucking up to grind himself against Shouta's exploring digits. His core clenched greedily, aching to be filled, stretched, claimed completely. He needed him inside, needed to feel the thick length of him splitting him open, ruining him utterly.

"Yes!" he gasped out, voice ragged with desire. "God yes, please Sensei! I want it... I want YOU. Fill me, fuck me, ruin me for anyone else!"

Shouta groaned at his filthy words, cock throbbing urgently against the confines of his pants. With a muttered curse, he pulled himself away and spread Izuku's thighs. Exposing the glistening pink flesh to his avid gaze. Throwing his legs over his shoulders, he buried his face between Izuku's thighs, tongue delving deep into his weeping channel.

Izuku moaned loudly, back bowing sharply as ecstasy exploded through his nerves. His fingers clawed frantically at Shouta's scalp, nails raking angry red lines down his skin as he ate him out ruthlessly. Each swipe of his tongue sent sparks dancing along his spine, building the inferno raging in his core. His tail whipped around wildly in the air. 

"Fuck!" Izuku sobbed brokenly, feeling the pressure coiling tighter and tighter within him. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!"

Shouta merely growled against his flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through Izuku's trembling body. Two fingers plunged knuckle-deep into his fluttering sheath, pumping steadily as he sucked hard on his throbbing clit. He could feel Izuku tightening, could sense he was hurtling towards completion, and he redoubled his efforts to drive him over the edge.

With a final, piercing cry, Izuku shattered apart, coming undone in Shouta's relentless hold. His sex clamped down viciously around his invading fingers, rippling and spasming as wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over him. Distantly, he heard Shota mutter something fierce and filthy, felt him fumbling with his belt and zipper, and then the blunt head of his cock was nudging insistently at his entrance.

Still lost in the throes of climax, Izuku could only moan weakly as Shouta thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Pain and pleasure warred briefly within him as his walls struggled to re-accommodate his girth, stretching taut around the thick intrusion.

Shouta cursed vehemently, head dropping forward to rest against Izuku's sweat-damp brow. He remained still for a long moment, allowing him to adjust to the sudden invasion, before beginning to move. Slowly at first, withdrawing until only the tip remained nestled within his heat, before slamming forward to fill him utterly once more.

Izuku could only hang on for dear life as Shouta set a punishing pace, hips snapping forcefully against his as he rutted into his willing body. The obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, mingling with their harsh pants and grunts of pleasure. He could feel every ridge and vein of Shouta's shaft dragging deliciously along his sensitized walls, stoking the embers of his spent arousal back into a raging inferno.

"Fuck, you feel so goddamn good," Shouta rasped, voice strained with exertion and barely leashed hunger. "Gonna fill this tight little cunt... mark you... make you mine... Such a good fucking pet you are."

Izuku could only keen breathlessly in response, wrapping his legs higher around Shouta's pistoning hips. He wanted that too - craved the feeling of his seed painting him insides, branding him irrevocably as Shouta's possession. Arching his back, he rolled his hips to meet his driving thrusts, urging him deeper, harder, faster.

"Do it," he gasped out, nails scoring angry red lines down his flexing back. "Fill me up... Ruin me... make me yours forever!"

With a roar of triumph, Shouta slammed home one last time, grinding his pelvis flush against his as his orgasm overtook him. Hot jets of cum flooded Izuku's spasming channel, bathing his womb in Shouta's essence as he shuddered violently above her. He could only clench weakly around him, milking him for every drop as his own release crashed through him like a tidal wave.

In the aftermath, they collapsed together onto the mattress, limbs entwined and hearts pounding in tandem. Shouta gathered Izuku close, tucking his sweat-damp head beneath his chin as he stroked a gentle hand down his spine to the base of his tail. Izuku hummed contentedly, nuzzling into Shouta's warmth as exhaustion claimed him and sleep dragged him under.

And as the first light of the moon crept in to illuminate their sated bodies, Shouta smiled softly, pulling the covers up to shield Izuku's naked flesh from the chill. Whatever happened tomorrow, whatever challenges lay ahead, they didn't matter. Tonight Izuku was his - utterly, completely, and entirely his. And nothing would ever change that.

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The next morning Izuku stirred groggily, blinking awake to find Shouta already sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed and looking rather put together. He glanced over at Izuku with a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Morning, pet." he greeted casually, reaching out to brush a lock of tangled hair from Izuku's face. His touch lingered briefly on Izuku's cheek before trailing down to trace the curve of is jawline. "Sleep well?"

Izuku nodded drowsily, stretching like a cat beneath the sheets. The movement caused the blanket to slip down, exposing the smooth expanse of his chest and the faint marks that littered his skin. Reminders of their passionate encounter from the night before. Shouta's gaze followed the motion, lingering appreciatively on the view before glancing back up to meet Izuku's eyes with a heated look.

"I have some errands to run today," he informed, standing up abruptly. "But I should be back by early evening. Try to stay out of trouble, alright?" His tone held a note of amusement, as if he already expected Izuku to misbehave in his absence.

Izuku whined, his tail finding it's way out from the sheets to grace Shouta's hand. It makes the man stop, turning to look back at the boy. "You're leaving? But it's our weekend…"

"I know, but sometimes these things are out of my hands. You know this, pet." Shouta reassuringly said, before sighing. His hands plays gently with Izuku's tail before he leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Be good for me, and you may get a little treat." Shouta stood back up, stretching lightly.

Izuku sat back up properly, clutching the sheets to his bare chest as he looked up at Shouta with wide, innocent eyes. "Yes Sir," he replied meekly, giving Shouta a small, playful salute. "I promise I'll be good… Master." There was a slight emphasis placed on the last word, a teasing lilt that hinted at the intimacy they shared despite the formal address.

Shouta raised an eyebrow at the title, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "See that you do," he retorted, turning to leave the bedroom. "And remember- no touching yourself either. That pussy belongs to me now." With that parting command, he exited the room, leaving Izuku alone amidst the rumpled bedsheets and the fading scent of their lovemaking.

After Shouta left for his errands, Izuku lounged in bed for awhile longer, enjoying the peaceful solitude and the lingering ache in his body from their vigorous activities the previous night. Once he finally roused himself fully, he took a quick shower and dressed in comfortable lounge-wear provided by Shouta. It meant it was a bit big on him, but that just made it all the more comfortable. Then he began exploring the spacious apartment while Shouta was out.

In the kitchen, Izuku found ingredients to prepare a simple breakfast for himself, he wasn't allowed to cook anything fancy without supervision. After eating he tided up the dishes and wiped down the counters meticulously, wanting to show Shouta that he could in fact be helpful and responsible even when left alone.

Next, Izuku ventured into the living room, running a hand lightly over the sleek furniture he's seen plenty of times by now. He admired the large bookshelf filled with various tomes on hero studies, strategy manuals, and biographies of renowned professionals. He ran his fingers along the spines, marvelling at the depth of knowledge contained within. On the coffee table, he spotted a framed photograph of Shouta. He looked younger in it, posing with two others. Friends? Family? He didn't know, but Shouta looked happy in it, with the strangers.

Izuku picked up the picture frame, smiling softly at the sight of his owner looking so proud and capable. He carefully placed it back, intending to ask Shouta about it later. He'd never seen it around before after all, and Izuku has been here almost every weekend for months now.

Feeling a bit restless, Izuku decided to do some light dusting and straightening of the living room. He carefully arranged the cushions on the sofa, folded the throw blanket neatly, and wiped down the windows until they shone. As he worked, he couldn't help but imagine Shouta returning home to find his space clean and tidy, perhaps pleased by his pet's initiative.

Later in the afternoon, Izuku curled up on the sofa with a book on hero history, reading intently about the origins of quirks and the evolution of hero culture throughout the decades. He found the material fascinating and couldn't wait to discuss it further with Shouta one day.

As evening approached, Izuku busied himself preparing a simple dinner using the ingredients he had on hand, making sure to follow the recipe to be perfect for when Shouta returned home. By the time the door opened and footsteps sounded in the entryway, Izuku stood nervously in the kitchen, hands clasped behind his back, and bowed his head respectfully.

"Welcome home, Master." Izuku greeted softly, peeking up at Shouta through his lashes. "Dinner is ready whenever you are." He gestured vaguely towards the stove, where a pot bubbled gently, filling the apartment with a savoury aroma. Izuku had made sure to keep himself occupied and out of trouble, eager to prove himself to Shouta.

Shouta said nothing, narrowing his eyes at Izuku, glancing between him and the stove.

Izuku blinked rapidly, realizing his mistake. "Oh, um…" Izuku stammered nervously, gripping the counter top behind him tightly. "I-I'm sorry, Master! I didn't mean to disobey your orders. I just thought since it was only one burner, and… A-and I really wanted to surprise you tonight…" He trailed off, ears flattening guiltily as he avoided Shouta's gaze.

He swallowed hard, heart racing as he awaited Shouta's reaction. He knew he had acted impulsively and exceeded the boundaries set. Part of him feared Shouta's wrath, remembering the sharp sting of past punishments. Yet another part of him thrilled at the idea of earning even a little praise for his bold gesture, yearning to desperately please his demanding owner.

Shouta eyed Izuku coolly, his expression unreadable as he processed the admission of disobedience. For a long, tense moment, he simply stared at his nervous pet, letting the weight of the transgression hand heavily between them. Then slowly, deliberately, he sat his bag down by the door and stepped closer to Izuku, each step echoing ominously in the suddenly very quiet kitchen.

"You know better than to use appliances unattended," Shouta said evenly, stopping mere inches from where Izuku stood frozen. Up close, his towering height and broad shoulders seemed even more imposing, casting Izuku in his shadow. "Haven't I specifically told you not to use the stove without my explicit permission and supervision?"

His voice remained low and controlled, but there was an undercurrent of disappointment that made Izuku's stomach churn uneasily. He knew he'd made a mistake, acted rashly in his eagerness to impress and please. Now, he would have the face the reality of his actions.

"Yes Master," Izuku whispered hoarsely, still unable to meet Shouta's piercing gaze directly. "I'm sorry, I let myself get carried away thinking I could bend the rules just this once. Please forgive me…" His grip tightened reflexively on the counter top, knuckles turning white as he braced himself mentally for the impending reprimand. His tail wrapped around his leg in an effort to comfort, keep still, and not fidget under Shouta's harsh stare.

Despite his nervousness, a small traitorous part of Izuku thrilled at the thought of punishment, of having Shouta reassert his dominance and authority. He yearned to submit to his owner's discipline, to prove his loyalty through harsh obedience, even in the face of correction. Swallowing hard, he finally dared to lift his head and meet Shouta's searching gaze, his eyes wide and anxious, waiting.

"What do you think you deserve for violating my trust and disregarding the rules?" Shouta asked pointedly, folding his arms across his broad chest. His stance radiated stern disapproval, "Remember Pet, actions have consequences. You can't just go around doing as you please without considering the repercussions." His tone held a note of warning, a silent reminder that Izuku would need to work diligently to regain his owner's faith and approval. The ball was in his court now, and he would need to choose his next words carefully.

Izuku audibly gulped, trying to steal himself as he faced Shouta's stern demeanour. "I… I-I deserve to be punished for my disobedience," he admitted quietly, finally raising his gaze to meet Shouta's penetrating stare. "I acted without thinking, ignoring your rules. That's not the behaviour of a good and loyal pet."

He paused, taking a shaky breath, trying to find his words. "Perhaps… Perhaps you could use the paddle? To teach me to obey and follow your rules?" Izuku suggested hesitantly, equal parts dread and anticipation swirling in his gut. "Or maybe the- Maybe you could put me in isolation? T-To contemplate my poor choices and how to improve my conduct going forward?"

Izuku shifted uncomfortably, rubbing his thighs against the other as a different sort of discomfort arose. "I want to earn your forgiveness and trust again… I want to show you I'm committed to being the best possible pet, even if it means facing the consequences of my mistakes." he pleased earnestly, hoping his sincerity would sway Shouta even a little.

Shouta studied Izuku intently, noting the genuine remorse and willingness to accept responsibility in those big green eyes. The boy had come to him voluntarily with not one, but two suitable punishments, demonstrating honesty that pleasantly surprised him. More importantly, Izuku had broken the rule in an effort to do something thoughtful and kind for him, not out a sense of malice.

Seeing the fear and anxiety warring with hopeful anticipation in Izuku's expression, Shouta felt a surge of affection mingle with his stern demeanour. He reached out to cup Izuku's chin, tilting his head up to force him to maintain eye contact.

"Listen Izuku, because I'll only say it this once." Shouta said, his thumb brushing lightly over Izuku's lower lip. "I appreciate your honesty and openness in admitting your mistake. You've shown self-awareness by acknowledging your mistake. And, I want to acknowledge you motivation, while ill-advised, it stemmed from a desire to do something nice for me. That counts for something in my book."

He paused, letting his words sink in as his hand slid down to rest possessively around Izuku's throat. "However, I must stress that following orders and adhering to rules is a non-negotiable. Dismissing them, even with good intentions, sets a dangerous precedent. We'll work on ensuring that doesn't happen again."

"That being said, given your sincere apology and willingness to accept punishment, I'm inclined to offer leniency this time. Not because your mistakes warrants it, but because you displayed a level of maturity and honestly that pleases me."

Shouta leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Izuku's face as he murmured lowly, "Next time, talk to me before acting on impulse. If I'm not here, you wait. Understood?" His grip around Izuku's throat tightened slightly, a silent reminder of his role and authority.

"Yes Master," Izuku swallowed hard, nodding jerkily in Shouta's hold. "I understand completely, thank you… I won't disappoint you again" His voice wavered with gratitude and determination, already envisioning ways to prove his dedication moving forward. His tail swayed gently, now that Shouta wasn't displeased with him.

Shouta released Izuku, his hand sliding down to squeeze his shoulder reassuringly instead. "Alright then, here's what we're going to do." he declared, steering Izuku towards the living room. "You're going to sit your cute butt down on the couch and think long and hard about why you should never ignore my rules again, even if you think you have good reasons. You'll spend the rest of the evening reflecting on how to be a better pet and regain my trust."

He guided Izuku to perch gingerly on the sofa cousin, is claws digging into the fabric as he tried to process Shouta's decree. "While you ponder your mistakes, I expect you to keep your hands to yourself. No touching, no matter how much you might want to 'comfort' yourself. Consider this your punishment for the evening."

Izuku nodded solemnly, ears dropping back down as he settled himself on the couch, trying to ignore the emptiness inside himself. "Yes Master, I understand." He crossed his legs, hands folded lightly in his lap, the very picture of a chastised but obedient pet.

Shouta watch him intently for a moment, ensuring Izuku was complying, before turning to retrieve their dinner from the kitchen. The boy was a decent cook after all, it'd be a shame to let it go to waste. As he served up the meal, he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride seeing Izuku seated so dutifully, accepting his penance without complaint. It was clear the boy understood the gravity of his error and was committed to learn from it.

Throughout the meal, Shouta kept up a running commentary on the events of his day, occasionally pausing to quiz Izuku on the details he'd learned in his hero studies. Despite his earlier distress, Izuku answered promptly and accurately, proving his intellec and dedication hadn't waned. Shouta nodded approvingly, satisfied with his pet's progress.

As the evening drew to a close, Shouta rose and extended a hand to Izuku, assisting him to his feet. "Come along, pet. Time for bed." He instructed gruffly, guiding Izuku towards the bedroom. "Tomorrow's anew day, for now, let's focus on getting a good night's sleep."

Izuku placed his hand trustingly in Shouta's, allowing himself to be led towards the bedroom. "Thank you for teaching me… I promise I'll be better." He vowed, his earlier trepidation replaced by the determination to redeem himself. Tomorrow would be a new day, and he would seize the opportunity to prove his devotion and commitment to Shouta.

As he ushered Izuku into the dimly lit bedroom, his hands drifted possessively over the curves of Izuku's waist and hips, squeezing the firm muscles beneath his clothes. Even as he guided his pet towards the bed, Shouta couldn't resist the temptation to explore and caress Izuku's tempting body, his fingertips slipping just slightly beneath the hem of his shirt to tease the sensitive skin below.

Izuku shivered under Shouta's touch, a soft gasp escaping his lips as he felt the rough pads of his owner's fingers grazing his hip bone. He knew he was supposed to be focused on reflecting, but the electric tingles radiating out from Shouta's fleeting touches made it increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the heat building between them.

Once at the bedside, Shouta spun Izuku around to face him, backing him up until his knees hit the mattress and he tumbled backwards onto the plush surface. Before Izuku could right himself, Shouta crawled over him predatorily, pinning his wrists above his head and caging him in with his muscular forearms.

"Such a pretty little thing you are." Shouta purred, drinking in the flushed cheeks and glazed eyes staring up at him with a mix of apprehension and anticipation. "So responsive, so eager for my touch. Tell me, pet, were you thinking about this all evening? About having your Master's hands all over you again?"

His voice dropped an octave, pitching huskily as he dipped his head to nip sharply at Izuku's earlobe. "Because I certainly was. Couldn't stop imagining all the wicked little things I would do to this sexy little body of yours. Wanted to mark you, claim you, make you scream my name until you forgot about everything except the feeling of me inside you."

To punctuate his point, Shouta rocked his hips forward, grinding the prominent bulge tenting his pants against Izuku's cloth-covered arousal. The friction sent jolts of pleasure up Izuku's spine, drawing a choked moan from his throat as his hips bucked up involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious pressure.

"Mmmm, listen to you baby… So desperate for it. Want me to fill up this greedy little cunt again? Want me to pound this pussy until you can't walk straight and everyone knows you belong to me?" Shouta growled, releasing Izuku's wrists to attack the fastenings of his pants with a single-minded determination.

He shoved the garment down Izuku's thighs, baring his pussy and the globes of his ass to his hungry gaze. Calloused hands kneaded the pliant flesh greedily, thumbs digging into the crevice to expose Izuku's twitching pucker and cunt to the cool air of the room. Shouta licked his lips, a feral grin spreading across his handsome face as he drank in the debauched sight of his pet all laid out before him like a feast.

"Bet for it, pet. Beg me to ruin you so completely for anyone else. Beg me to fuck you so hard, so deep, that you forget your own damn name. Beg me to pump you so full of my cum, that it takes root in this fertile little tummy." Shouta demanded, circling Izuku's entrance with a fingertip maddeningly slowly. "Tell me how badly you need it. How badly you need me."

Izuku whimpered and squirmed beneath Shouta's dominant ministrations, his body responding eagerly to the blatant lust burning in his owner's eyes. The crude promises falling from Shouta's lips sent liquid heat pooling in his belly and dripping down to coat his folds, his pussy clenching hungrily around nothing.

"Please, Master!" Izuku begged shamelessly, too far gone to care about the desperation colouring his voice. "I need it, I need you. I want you to fill me, stretch me, ruin me for anyone else. Claim this pussy, make it yours!" He arched his back, pressing his dripping slit against the rigid length trapped in Shouta's pants.

Shouta groaned, the sensation of Izuku's soaked heat searing him through the fabric of his clothing. "So greedy, so hungry for my cock." He taunted, rubbing the thick outline of his erection along Izuku's slick seam. "Desperate to be bred, huh?"

He circled Izuku's puffy rim with a fingertip, applying just enough pleasure to make Izuku clench and shudder. "Want me to pump you full of my seed? Stuff this tight little cunt with my babies, until your belly swells with it?" Shouta purred darkly, pushing the tip of his finger past the boy's rim.

Izuku keened loudly, hole contracting greedily around the invading digit as he bucked into the shallow penetration. "Yes, yes! Fill me, breed me! I wanna be round with your child, leaking your cum everywhere!" He cried out, too far gone to filter his words.

Shouta chuckled wickedly, winking his finger deeper into Izuku's passage. "Dirty boy, begging so sweetly to be knocked up. Don't worry pet, I'm going to give this pussy exactly what it needs." He promised, pumping his finger steadily as his other hand worked to free his aching cock from the confines of his pants.

Izuku could only moan brokenly, hips rolling shamelessly into each thrust of Shouta's finger plunging into his grasping heat. He was so empty, aching to be stretched and filled, stuffed full of his Master's thick cock. Nothing else mattered except the promise of being claimed so thoroughly, marked inside and out as Shouta's.

"Please Maser, I can't wait anymore! Need your huge cock splitting me open, rearranging my guts. Wanna be yours, always ready and eager for you." Izuku pleased wantonly, too consumed by lust to care about the depravity of his words. he needed Shouta, craved his domination and possession with every fibre of his being.

Shouta smirked wickedly as Izuku writhed beneath him, drunk on the filthy pleas spilling from his kiss.bruised lips. He loved reducing his clever little student to a babbling, desperate mess with nothing more than a few well.placed touches and dirty whispers. It stroked his ego immensely to know that he could unravel Izuku so utterly, could make his normally poised and articulate pet apart with barely any stimulation at all.

Withdrawing his finger abruptly, Shouta brought it to Izuku's clit, pressing it up gently and teasingly. He gazed down at him with a predatory glint in his obsidian eyes. "Mmm, you look divine, pet. Sweet and ripe, like forbidden fruit." he praised, giving his clit one last flick before moving his hand. "No wonder this greedy little pussy is so hungry for cock. It's pure sin, the way it sucks me in and squeezes so greedily."

Tossing Izuku's trembling legs over his broad shoulders, Shouta notched the swollen head of his cock against Izuku's fluttering entrance. The scorching heat radiating from Izuku's core, seared his sensitive flesh, making him hiss through clenched teeth as he fought the urge to drive forward and bury himself balls-deep in one brutal thrust.

"Not yet, pet." He warned, gripping Izuku's hips bruising right as he resisted the instinctive urge to rut mindlessly into his pet's welcoming body. "We're going to take this slow, draw out every second of pleasure until you're screaming for release. Until you forget your own name and know nothing but the feeling of my cock pounding into the slutty little cunt."

Slowly, torturously, Shouta pushed forward, only inch by excruciating inch did he disappear into Izuku's silken sheath. He savoured every clench and flutter, every desperate buck of Izuku's hips as he struggled not to bottom out too soon. When he finally hilted inside Izuku's molten heat, he paused, savoured in the exquisite vice-like grip enveloping his throbbing shaft.

"There now, doesn't that feel amazing? Doesn't this pussy feel like it was made just for me?" Shouta crooned, rolling his hips in a slow circle, stirring Izuku's insides and coaxing out a symphony of needy cries. "This is where I belong, buried deep inside this perfect little fuckhole. And you love it, don't you, pet? Love being split open on my fat cock, stuffed full and stretched wide?"

He punctuated his question with a sharp snap of his hips, driving Izuku halfway up the bed with the force of his thrusts. Izuku could only keen, back arching as his nails raked down Shouta's sweat-slicked back, urging him on with wordless cries and the rhythmic clench of his velvet walls. He was drowning in sensation, lost to everything but the relentless drag of Shouta's cock sawing in and out of core, stoking the inferno building in his veins with each pass.

Shouta grinned fiercely, Izuku's desperate undulations spurring him on as he pistoned his hips faster, driving into Izuku's clutching sheath with increasing fervour. Each Savage thrust punched the air from Izuku's lungs, replacing it with garbled moans and wanton cries that echoed obscenely in the darkened bedroom. Shouta revelled in the debauched sounds of their coupling, the wet slap of swear-soaked skin meeting slick, grasping flesh punctuating the erotic symphony.

"Fuck, this cunt feels incredible," Shouta snarled, fingers sinking into the supple globes of Izuku's ass as he spread him wider, allowing him to plunge even deeper into that welcoming heat. "Gripping me like a goddamn vise, milking my cock for all it's worth. Such a natural-born slut, built to be bred and used."

He angled his hips, striking that secret spot deep inside Izuku that made stars explode behind his eyelids and dragged strangled screams from his raw throat. Izuku convulsed violently around him, back bowing as he clawed frantically at Shouta's flexing back, urging him on with incoherent pleas for more, harder, deeper.

Shouta obliged enthusiastically, hammering into Izuku's spasming channel with wild abandon. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust, painting a lewd rhythm as he chased his climax with singled-minded purpose. Sweat dripped down his chest, plastering his hair to his skull as he loomed over Izuku's writhing form, a fallen angel intent on corrupting his charge utterly.

"That's it, pet, sing for me. Let the whole neighbourhood near what a cock-hungry whore you are for your Master," Shouta commanded, voice ragged with exertion and lust. "Scream my name, let them all know who owns this pussy, who fills it up so perfectly. Who fucks you like you need to be fucked!"

Izuku could only comply, vocal cords shredding as he bellowed Shouta's name like a prayer. His body seized up, back arching almost painfully as his orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave, sweeping him away in its wake. Shouta felt Izuku's cunt clamp down around him like a silken fist, rippling and fluttering wildly as it sought to milk him for every drop of his essence.

With a roar of triumph, Shouta hilted inside Izuku one final time, spurting jet after another of seed deep into his spasming core. Izuku shuddered through the aftershocks, mewling weakly as he felt the hot flood of Shouta's release painting his insides, marking him as his. Shouta collapsed atop him, hips still twitching sporadically as the last weak pulses of his climax ebbed away.

They lay intertwined, panting harshly as their racing hearts gradually slowed in tandem. Shouta pressed sloppy kisses to Izuku's damp temple, jaw, and lips, murmuring praise and adoration between each press of his mouth against Izuku's overheated skin. "Beautiful, perfect, mine," He rumbled, nuzzling into Izuku's neck and breathing in the musky scent of their joining.

Izuku could only hum contently, boneless and sated in the strong arms of Shouta. He knew he'd be sore come morning, deliciously used and abused in all the right ways. But for now, he basked in the afterglow, safe and cherished in his Master's embrace. Come dawn, reality would intrude once more, and they'd have to resume their roles of teacher and student. But for tonight, they were simply a man and his pet, bound by passion and satisfaction.