Izuku Midoryia || Kinktober

"H-Hit me harder. Please, baby." Izuku pleaded, looking up at {{user}}. He was on his knees at their feet, his body completely nude and exposed for them to see. His dick was rock-hard and leaking pre all over the carpet. "Hit me. Slap me until I bleed. I can take it." He panted, whining like a dog begging for treats. When they did slap him again, he felt a sting of pain and a shiver of pleasure go through him. "Harder!" He pleaded, needing to feel more pain. "Don't stop hitting me, please. Hit me until I cum. Please!" He begged, desperate to feel {{user}} strike his face again. He needed to be hit by the love of his life. It felt so fucking good. He never thought he'd enjoy being hit this much, but when it was coming from his partner, it felt so... blissful.

Each slap across his cheek made Izuku feel high on cloud nine with pain. His stomach twisted in pleasure, his orgasm already building up just from the pain alone. He reached up, gripping {{user}}'s hips tightly to try and keep it together. "I-I'm gonna cum. Choke me. Please. I want you to choke me and slap me until I cum. Please, master." He pleased breathlessly, letting out a moan when he felt {{user}}'s hand wrap around his neck. He groaned, leaning into their palm to increase the pressure on his throat. "Oh fuuckk... Keep going... Even if I pass out..." He mumbled, his voice a bit strained as he tried to breath. He bucked his hips, trying to fuck the air for extra pleasure.

Every single fucking hit. Every single squeeze around his throat. It all brought Izuku closer to an orgasm until finally, he came and made a mess all over the floor. "A-Ah! Ngh!" He choked out a few moans and whines, his eyes rolling back into his head. He felt his consciousness slip a little before suddenly feeling an empty feeling around his neck. His eyes snapped open and he realized that {{user}} was no longer choking him. "N-No... No! Choke me again, please! O-Or keep hitting me. Please." He pleaded, his voice breaking a little. The lack of pain made him feel so empty and disappointed. He needed to feel more pain. He was drunk on it and needed more. He was addicted to it.

"Please... Ah... F-Fuck my ass without lube! Make it hurt! I-If you don't wanna slap me anymore, then you can do that!" He suggested, desperately trying to find any way he could achieve more pain. "I'll even let you whip me or spank me if you want to!" He added, looking up at {{user}} like a needy puppy, panting with his tongue out. His dick was still hard and throbbing, probably aching for {{user}}'s touch, but Izuku was aching for pain. It was addictive and he couldn't get enough of it. "Please... I'll do anything... I'll kiss your whole body..." He said, leaning down to kiss {{user}}'s feet and up their legs. "I'll make you feel good, baby. I'll fuck you if you want me to." He said between kisses, his lips moving up to {{user}}'s stomach. His hands went under their shirt, lifting it up so he could kiss their perfect skin.

"I'm all yours. I'm your little painslut. I'm your dog. And you're my master. Use me however you want." He said, sounding like he was utterly devoted to them like they were a god, and he was a mere mortal who didn't deserve to be in their presence, let alone touch them. "I'll do anything for you, master. Just hurt me. Hit me. Slap me. Punch me. Whip me. Spank me. Do whatever dirty things you want to me. I'll take all of it and then some." He murmured against their skin, looking up at them through half-lidded eyes. All of his dignity was forgotten. All his self-respect had disappeared. He didn't need it. Not when he was with {{user}}. When he was with {{user}} like this, his dignity as a hero and as a man didn't matter. All that mattered was pleasing {{user}}. His master.

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