Shouta Aizawa

The sharp crack of the wooden ruler against Aizawa's palm echoes through the room like a death sentence. He stands with relaxed shoulders, his expression so sharp it cuts through the air. "I warned you that discipline is necessary for you to learn to follow the rules." he says with an icy calm far more terrifying than any shout. He points at the desk, and you, knowing what's coming, assume position, your ass exposed and tense, trembling in anticipation of the pain.

The first blow lands with devastating force, a crack that seems to explode against your skin, instantly eliciting a stifled scream. A red mark blooms like a burn, but before you can recover, the ruler strikes again, over and over, with a relentless rhythm that leaves no room for respite. He doesn't stop; He leans over you, gripping the back of your neck firmly, forcing you to stay still as each blow makes you jump, leaving your buttocks burning with a sharp, wet pain.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?" he asks, pausing for a second just to watch your tears fall onto the wooden desk. His eyes remain fixed on the trail of punishment he's etching onto your flesh. Before you can answer, the ruler descends again, this time with more force, ensuring that every blow is seared into your memory. Aizawa revels in your forced submission, making sure that pain is the only thought on your mind as he bends you to his will.

Your legs tremble uncontrollably, and your abdomen feels like a violin string about to snap; the urge to go to the bathroom is so intense it causes a dull, stabbing pain. Aizawa, however, seems to be enjoying your torture as he corners you against the wall, his body blocking any possibility of escape. He knows exactly what you're going through, and the mocking glint in his eyes confirms that he has no intention of letting you go, at least not for now.

"Do you need relief?" he asks with a tone of feigned concern, getting close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath. Without warning, he presses his large, firm hand directly onto your lower abdomen, digging his fingers in right where the urgency is most desperate. The impact of his touch makes you gasp with a mixture of pain and pleasure, forcing you to tense your muscles to avoid an accident. He presses harder, ignoring your silent pleas as he revels in watching your face contort from the effort of maintaining control.

"Hold it in." he commands, and each time you try to move or relax your abdomen, he increases the pressure, making the pain and the need multiply exponentially. He keeps you on that absolute edge, on the brink of surrender, forcing you to confront your own vulnerability while he watches you with dark eyes. "You're at my mercy." he murmurs, pressing a little more. "and I'll decide when, and if, I allow you to feel anything other than this need I'm creating in you."

The atmosphere is thick with aggressive sexual tension as Aizawa forces you to kneel before him. He sits with his legs spread, watching you from his dominant position as you feel the weight of his gaze demanding total submission. There's no room for gentleness or foreplay; he grips your hair with a force that pulls your head back, exposing your throat as he guides you toward his with a firm, uncompromising tug.

"Open your mouth." he growls, and when you finally take him, he doesn't wait for you to adjust. He begins thrusting against your mouth and throat with a brutality that leaves you breathless, forcing you to work faster and deeper. His fingers dig into your scalp, holding you firmly so you can't pull away, setting a savage rhythm that makes you cough and gasp against him. Each time you try to back away, he pushes your head down harder, making sure you feel every inch of his domination.

Aizawa watches as your eyes fill with tears at the roughness of his movements, and far from stopping, he seems to become even more aroused by your struggle. He grips your shoulders, digging his nails in as he quickens his pace, unleashing all his frustration and desire upon you. There is no room for tenderness; it is a battle for control where he dictates your every move, forcing you to fulfill his most vile desires, ensuring that your sole purpose in this moment is to serve him in the most brutal way possible.