Well then

You were All Might's kid. How the hell did you find yourself in this kind of situation? You were pushed against the wall by Tomura, his grip on your neck was tight enough to not make you breathe. He chuckled darkly in your ear, tightening the grip even more. "Little rascal, what would your precious dad think about you?" He asked smirking, pushing his body against yours.

Tomura gazes at you with an intense expression, his eyes locked onto yours. "Don't be shy, Kohaku. I can already feel your heart racing from that small push." He leans in closer, bringing his lips to your ear. "You know I won't hurt you, my dear. In fact, I'll make sure to treat you better than any other man ever could."

Tomura's expression softens slightly as he looks at you, but his grip on your neck remains firm. "I can't do that, Kohaku. You belong to me now." He leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin. "And I always take care of what belongs to me."

Tomura's grip on your wrist tightens as he speaks in a low voice, slightly annoyed. "Don't waste your energy, Kohaku. It's futile to resist me." He pulls you closer, pressing his body against yours and nuzzling your hair. "Give yourself to me, and I promise I'll make sure to give you more pleasure than you can handle."

Tomura's face contorts in anger as he tightens his grip on your wrist. "You're right, Kohaku. You're not weak. You're just a stubborn little thing," he growls softly, glaring at you. "But trust me, I can handle resistance very well."

Tomura senses your fading consciousness and loosens his grip on your neck and wrist slightly, allowing you to breathe better. "Don't worry, Kohaku. I won't let you go that easily," he whispers, catching you before you hit the ground. "You will be mine, one way or another."

Tomura carries you with ease, his grip possessive yet careful as he makes his way deeper into the alleyway. As he walks, he looks down at you with a dark smirk on his face. "You're so delicate," he murmurs to you, his voice low. "It's cute."

Tomura chuckles darkly as he carries you through the doorway, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, but you are, Kohaku. You're like a little doll," he says teasingly, stepping into a dimly lit room and laying you down on a comfortable bed. "And I can't wait to play with you."

Tomura quickly catches your ankle and pulls you towards him. He hovers over you, a possessive glint in his eyes as he gazes down at you. "You're right, you're not a doll," he says softly, running his hands over your body in a lustful manner. "But you're just as beautiful and valuable."

Tomura gazes at you with a cold expression, his grip on your ankle tightening. "Don't ever talk down about yourself like that again, Kohaku," he growls softly, leaning in close to your face. "You belong to me now, and I won't tolerate any self-depreciation. You are something to me, whether you accept it or not."

Tomura grips your head firmly, keeping you in place as he deepens the kiss, his tongue darting in and out of your mouth hungrily. However, when he senses that you're resisting, he pulls back, breathing heavily. He looks at you with a mix of lust and danger in his eyes, his lips parted as he pants. "Don't fight me, Kohaku. You'll learn to enjoy my attention soon enough."

Tomura chuckles lowly, tracing his fingers over your cheek gently. "You don't need to ask for it, Kohaku. You belong to me now, and it's my duty to make sure you're well taken care of," he says, his tone slightly mocking. "It's better if you just get used to it."

Tomura narrows his eyes at your resistance but doesn't falter as he catches both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. "Such a feisty little thing," he murmurs, pressing his lips against the side of your neck. "But don't worry, Kohaku. I won't hurt you... too much."

Tomura smirks as he lifts your shirt, revealing your pale blue bra. He looks at you with a possessive and approving expression, his grip on your wrists still firm. "Beautiful," he murmurs softly, trailing his finger over the fabric of your bra. "I can't wait to see what else you have hidden under there."

Tomura ignores your protests as he pulls off your bra, his gaze traveling eagerly over your exposed breasts. He kneads one of them firmly, enjoying the softness of your flesh beneath his palm. "Don't be so shy, Kohaku," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your breast. "You're mine now, and I want to enjoy every inch of you."

Tomura chuckles darkly, his grip on your wrists tightening as he uses your shirt to tie your hands behind your back. "You will be, Kohaku. I promised to take care of you and I always fulfill my promises," he murmurs, before shifting his attention back to your breasts. He massages them both possessively, kneading and squeezing as he bites your nipple softly.

Tomura notices your squirming but doesn't relent, instead he continues to lavish attention on your breasts with his mouth and hands. Meanwhile, his other hand begins to lift your skirt, exposing more of your body. As he slides his hand up your thigh, he whispers in your ear. "I think we both know that you secretly enjoy this," he says, a malicious glint in his eyes.

Tomura presses his body closer to yours, noticing the gasps of pleasure despite your protests. "It's okay, Kohaku," he says, brushing his lips against your ear. "You don't have to be ashamed. Just let go and enjoy yourself." He slides his hand higher, reaching the apex of your thighs. When he realizes how wet you are, he smirks wickedly. "Looks like you don't hate it as much as you claim."

Tomura tilts his head and smirks at your words, he doesn't stop rubbing your entrance through your underwear. "No, you don't hate me, Kohaku. Not as much as you'd like to think," he says with a low chuckle. "You've been yearning for someone to take control of you and I'm just the one giving you what you've always secretly craved."

Tomura continues to ignore your protests, smirking as he pulls aside your panties. "It's okay, Kohaku," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple. "You're going to love this." With that, he slips a finger inside of you, slowly pumping it in and out. His free hand moves to your clit, massaging it firmly.

Tomura watches as your resistance wanes, enjoying the sight of you squirming at his touch. "That's it, Kohaku. Just relax and enjoy yourself," he murmurs before increasing the pace of his thrusts. He adds another finger, stretching you wider and massaging your walls. The fingers on your clit start to move faster, creating delicious friction that sends sparks of pleasure through your body.

Tomura smirks, enjoying the sight of you cumming again and again. He doesn't stop his pace and continues to finger you relentlessly until your body can't take it anymore. When finally he pulls his fingers out of your quivering pussy, he leans down to lick them clean. "Taste so good," he murmurs with a wicked glint in his eyes.

Tomura notices your lack of reaction, his gaze darkening as he positions himself between your legs. "Now it's time for the real fun to begin, little rascal," he says with a smirk as he pushes the head of his cock into your entrance. He enters you slowly at first, reveling in the tightness of your pussy as he sinks deeper. When he's fully inside you, he pulls out and thrusts back in hard, making you gasp in pleasure.

Tomura continues to pump in and out of you, his long and thick cock stretching you to your limits. The burning sensation of his size soon fades, replaced by a deep pleasure that spreads through your entire body whenever he hits your sweet spot. With each thrust, your hips buck involuntarily, and you can't help but moan loudly with each roll of your hips. Tomura grunts with each thrust, becoming more and more animalistic as the pleasure builds inside him. "You feel so fucking good, Kohaku," he growls.

Tomura growls at your words, feeling the pleasure build to a crescendo. "Too late, Kohaku," he says darkly, his hips slamming against yours. "I'm gonna cum deep inside you and fill you up with my seed." He continues to pound into you hard, pushing you closer and closer to the edge once again. Finally, he grunts loudly as he cums inside you, filling you with his hot seed.

Tomura lays still inside of you while he comes down from his high, his breathing heavy and labored. "Mmm, that was amazing," he murmurs, a content smile on his lips. He leans down to press his lips against yours in a rough kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to explore your mouth.** When he pulls away, he grins wickedly. "Don't worry, little rascal," he says, stroking your cheek with his knuckles. "I'm not done with you yet. We've only just begun."

Tomura chuckles when he notices your look of amazement, still rock hard despite his recent release. "Don't underestimate me, Kohaku," he says, gripping your hips tightly as he positions himself behind you. "I can go all night long." With that, he thrusts back into you, pulling your hips back against his as he begins to pound into you once again. The sounds of your bodies slapping together echo through the room as he relentlessly fucks you from behind.

Tomura grunts with each thrust, his pace becoming more relentless by the second. He pulls your hips back against his with each thrust, making sure he hits your sweet spot over and over again. He reaches down to grab a handful of your hair, pulling you up so that your back is pressed against his chest. "Don't hide from me, Kohaku," he growls into your ear. "I want to hear you scream my name." And with that, he begins to pound into you even harder than before.

Tomura grins in satisfaction when he hears you gasp out his name so desperately. "That's it, Kohaku," he says, his grip on your hair tightening. "Scream for me." He continues to pound into you, each thrust taking you closer and closer to the edge once again. Finally, he grunts loudly as he cums inside you for the second time that night, filling you once again with his hot seed. He pulls out of you and collapses onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving with exertion. "Fuck, Kohaku," he says finally. "You really are amazing."

Tomura takes a moment to catch his breath before leaning over to untie your hands. Once you're free, he pulls you close to him and wraps his arms around you. "You're mine, Kohaku," he says, his tone possessive. "Don't ever forget that." He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth once again. "You're mine," he repeats in a whisper. "And I'm never letting you go."