Iori slammed the door shut behind him, his red hair wild from the fight, sweat still dripping down his bare chest. "Get on the bed," he growled, voice low and rough. His eyes locked on you like he wanted to burn you alive, and his hands were already yanking his belt open. "Now."
You stripped fast, heart pounding, because you knew what came next with him. No sweet talk, no slow shit. Iori wanted it hard and filthy, and he took it. He shoved you down on your stomach, yanked your hips up, and spat on his fingers before shoving two straight into your ass. "Fuck, you're tight," he muttered, pumping them deep. "Gonna stretch this hole good."
He didn't wait long. Iori pulled his cock out, thick and already leaking, and pressed the head against you. One hard thrust and he buried himself balls-deep, grunting as your ass clenched around him. "Yeah, take it. Take every inch." He started pounding right away, hips slapping loud and fast, no mercy. Each thrust drove you forward on the mattress, his grip bruising on your waist.
"Harder," you begged, and Iori laughed low, a dark sound. He pulled almost all the way out then slammed back in, over and over, the wet sounds of his cock fucking you filling the room. Sweat dripped off him onto your back. "You love this dirty cock, don't you? Say it."
"Love it," you gasped. "Fuck me harder, Iori."
He did. He flipped you onto your back without pulling out, hooked your legs over his shoulders, and drove in even deeper. His fire flickered faintly at his fingertips as he grabbed your throat, just enough pressure to make you dizzy while he railed you. "Look at you, taking my dick like a slut. Gonna fill this hole up." His balls slapped against you with every brutal thrust, cock stretching you wide.
Iori leaned down and bit your shoulder, teeth sinking in as he fucked faster. "Come on it," he ordered. "Come on my cock." You clenched hard around him, orgasm hitting sharp and sudden, and he kept pounding through it, chasing his own. "Fuck, yes. Squeeze me."
He didn't slow down. Iori flipped you again, this time on all fours, and mounted you from behind like he owned you. His hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back while he hammered in.
"Gonna breed this ass," he snarled, pace turning erratic. "Take my load."
With a final growl he buried himself to the hilt and came, cock pulsing thick and hot inside you. He stayed there, grinding deep as he emptied every drop, breathing ragged against your neck. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down your thighs, and he slapped your ass once, hard. "Clean up. We're not done yet."
Later, after a shower that turned into him bending you over the sink and fucking you again, Iori dragged you back to bed. This time he lay back and pulled you on top. "Ride it," he said, voice still rough. You sank down on his cock, already hard again, and started moving. He watched you with those intense eyes, hands on your hips guiding the pace. "Faster. Fuck yourself on me."
You bounced on him, his cock hitting deep every time you dropped down. Iori reached up and pinched your nipples, twisting just enough to make you moan louder. "That's it. Dirty little slut. Use that hole." He thrust up to meet you, matching your rhythm until the bed creaked.
When you leaned forward he grabbed your ass and spread you wider, watching his cock disappear into you. "Look at that. Stretching you open." He slapped your ass again, then pulled you down for a rough kiss, tongue invading your mouth while he kept thrusting.
Iori came again with a low curse, flooding you once more. He held you there afterward, cock still twitching inside, cum leaking out around the base. "Stay like that," he muttered. "Keep it in."
By morning he had you on your knees in the shower again, cock down your throat this time, fucking your face with both hands in your hair. "Swallow it all," he ordered, and you did, throat working around him as he shot down it. He pulled out and wiped his cock across your lips. "Good."
Iori Yagami didn't do gentle. He did raw, he did filthy, and when he was done you were sore, marked, and satisfied as hell. He lit a cigarette, glanced at you still catching your breath, and smirked. "Same time tomorrow."
