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Izuku wasn't entirely sure where he was.
He was in Iida’s house, yes, the graduation party for 3-A and 3-B going on nearby if the music was anything to go by. He had been chatting with Monoma and Kendo, discussing plans for the future, when everything goes fuzzy. Red flooded his memory, coupled with dazzling silver, and then everything is black. He’s still in the black, no matter how much he blinked.
The alcohol that had been keeping Izuku’s blood warm turned to ice in his veins as he grew scared, trying to move his body. His limbs were free but lethargic, slowly realizing that he’s sitting on the hard ground. Above him (or perhaps just far away) Izuku could hear the party going, loud voices talking, Bakugou shouting and laughter following. He couldn't make anything out beyond the din and the ringing in his own ears.
Izuku tried to call out, maybe even scream, but something blocked the sound. He flexed his jaw, realizing his mouth was stuffed with a gag, something round and solid and covered in his own drool. He tried one more time to scream, nothing coming out aside from his heaving breaths.
“I think he’s up, bro. He’s moving, better get in there.” A voice Izuku fought to recognize spoke, dripping with lust. He shuddered, trying to get to his feet.
“Ah ah, you might want to sit still man, Tetsu doesn't like when they fight, we wouldn't want to have to rough you up.” Izuku stilled, a chill running through him. Someone moved forward and he pressed himself against the wall, looking around despite being trapped in a sightless void.
“Fuck, you picked a good one bro! He’s cute when he's scared, I can't wait to feel his tight ass.”
“You just wait T, he’s a crybaby. Once you lay a finger on him I bet he’ll burst into tears.” Izuku’s breath caught in his throat, his brain sluggishly making connections. That voice sounded an awful lot like Kirishima, and T… Tetsutetsu? From 3-B? It made sense, the two were thick as thieves, even planning to be sidekicks at the same agency, a hero duo.
But what was going on? Where were they? Why couldn't Izuku see?
The questions kept piling up, and he had no way to voice them. Instead, Izuku just squirmed and tried to cry out, a fruitless attempt at freedom. A massive hand grabbed his arm and hauled him up roughly, paying no mind to Izuku’s comfort.
“Spin,” Tetsu commanded, leaving no room for disobedience. On shaky legs, Izuku started to turn in a circle, his sneakers scuffing against concrete. Tetsu, at least he assumed it was Tetsu, stopped him halfway, hand on Izuku’s hip.
“Shit, how did I not notice his fucking perfect ass before? We’ve trained together, how does anyone in your class get anything done?”
“Oh trust me, we’ve all been wanting to get a piece of him, no one ever had the balls. No one was manly enough, til we did.” Izuku could hear a slap, a high five he guessed, before Tetsu smacked his ass roughly. The impact sent him forward a few feet, yelping behind the gag.
“Shit, you have to feel him dude, even better than it looks.” A hand on his back forced Izuku to bend over a bit, two hands cupping his ass over his fitted pants.
“You weren't kidding, I can't believe I waited this long, T. Come on, let's get him naked, I want to see it bounce.” Izuku could do little more than squirm and cry as both men stripped him down to his boxers, ripping his shirt in their haste. He was being manhandled and, despite himself, his cock twitched at the rough treatment. Neither Kirishima nor Tetsu cared about bruising him up, pushing and pulling as they saw fit.
“No need for these, just in the way.” Tetsu teased, yanking Izuku’s boxers down and pushing him forward. Izuku nearly hit the wall face first, tripping over his underwear and managing to stick his hands out.
“Keep 'em there for me, will you? One move, and we’ll give you a real reason to scream.” Izuku shuddered, he had never heard anything so dark slip from Tetsu’s mouth, the man usually loud but exceedingly kind. Silent hands explored his naked body, rough fingers trailing down his back and over the cleft of his ass, nails scratching the sensitive skin. Every touch felt like fire, Izuku’s cock half-hard against his thigh. He cursed himself for being aroused at a time like this, when two of the people he cared about were using his body like a doll. Fat tears dripped down Izuku’s cheeks as one of the two pulled his asscheeks apart, a little whistle following before letting go.
“Fuck…” Kirishima muttered, repeating the motion.
“He thinks no one notices in that tight little suit, thinks we don't know what a slut he is, showing off his ass and cunt. I bet he never thought someone would actually do anything about him being a whore, punish him like he deserves.” Izuku sobbed as Tetsu growled, leaning close to his ear.
“Three years of walking around in your skin-tight costume, pretty little ass on display. Did you really think we wouldn't want to get our hands on it?” Izuku didn't bother trying to respond, a full-body shiver consuming him as someone, Kirishima he figured, pulled at his hole. A thumb on either side, he spread Izuku open, his eyes boring into him.
“He looks so fucking tight, I bet he’s a virgin.”
“Yeah? I wonder if he’ll even be able to take your cock bro, you’re pretty damn big.” Kirishima cooed, the very tip of a thumb threatening to breach Izuku.
“Nah man, you’re way thicker! It's like a soda can, it just might break him.” The two chatted for a moment, Kirishima still playing with Izuku’s ass, a slow torture. Every second that ticked by was another second closer to when those curious fingers would push inside, would spread him open and put his insides on display. A hard smack to his ass pulled Izuku from the daze he had been slipping into, growing complacent with the fleeting touches and almost gently caressing.
“Oh fuck, dude, you have to try this. Get the other side, we can do it at the same time.” Behind the gag, Izuku cried out as two large hands slapped his ass, each on one cheek. They weren't holding back, laughing with each other as Izuku’s ass bounced and jiggled with each hit. It didn't take long for the ache to set in, disgustingly delicious as another hit had Izuku wailing. He had been hard for a while, trying to keep still while clenching his thighs together, hoping to hide his arousal.
“How long do you think we have til someone comes looking?” Kirishima asked, both sets of hands disappearing from Izuku’s body. He craved the touch, a thought that had bile rising in his throat. Why was he enjoying this?
“Long enough for at least one of us to fuck him, maybe both if we get in there fast. Why, what’re you thinking?”
“I was hoping we could both have a turn on his ass, but I'm thinking of something else now.” There was whispering from behind Izuku, who caught only a few choice words that left him anxious. Being down here at all was bad enough, but being caught? If Todoroki or Iida came looking for him, he’d be mortified, there would be no explaining it away. His ass must have been bruised red and purple by now, boxers around his ankles and traitorous cock leaking precum.
Had Kirishima or Tetsu noticed yet? They must not have, they would have humiliated him for it. Slutty little Izuku, getting off on being spanked and tossed around like a doll. Izuku’s hands curled into fists, nails scraping against the wall. Maybe he could try to run, before they ruined him any further. His odds weren't great, not with the blindfold and his ankles practically tied together, he’d go down quickly even if they didn't go after him.
“Awe, I think he misses us.” Kirishima teased, his voice coming closer. Izuku whimpered when those hands returned to his ass, pulling the cheeks apart to get a good look at his entrance. Without meaning to, Izuku clenched under Kirishima’s gaze, a tiny sob escaping him when he realized what he had done.
“You want us that bad, baby? Haven't even prepped you, but maybe you’d like the pain.” Izuku broke, standing up and trying to turn around, terrified. He stumbled but didn't fall, drool seeping past his lips to coat his chin. A chuckle bounced off the walls and Izuku cowered, not getting far before his wrist was snatched.
“I'm taking that as a yes. You heard me before, fucking slut, you must really want our cocks. We aren't going to give it to you that easy, though, gotta make you work for that shit.” There was a moment of quiet where Izuku guessed Kirishima had nodded, but it dragged on for what felt like hours.
“Shit, did you touch him?”
“Nah bro, you?”
“Fuck, he really is getting off on this! All we had to do was spank you and feel you up a little, and you’re already so fucking wet here.” A rough hand wrapped around Izuku’s cock with no warning, thumb rubbing over the head and smearing precum around. Izuku moaned, muffled but not silenced by the gag. His thighs trembled as he was jacked off slowly, the tip of his cock leaking precum quicker than it could be cleared away. He tried to squirm, tried to duck away, but the man's grip was firm.
“Oh, don't play coy now, pretty ‘Zuku. We can both see how much you liked it, might as well just relax and enjoy it. After all, we won't be touching your dick again.” Kirishima laughed and Izuku slumped against the wall, knowing he couldn't get away.
Maybe Kirishima was right, he should just try and enjoy this. The hand on his cock was a horrible tease, but every stroke felt ten times more amazing than when Izuku touched himself. If he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to forget where he was, he could almost relax. The peace didn't last, though. Tetsu pulled his hand away and Izuku whined, blindly reaching out but catching nothing. He heard something slick and a quiet groan before he was yanked forward, finally kicking off his boxers before he could trip again.
“Before you get anything else from us, we want a show. You can do that for us, right?” Izuku wobbled, his balance off with his sight cut off. He shook his head, not knowing what else to do. Thick fingers stroked his throat and Izuku stopped breathing, the pads caressing his windpipe.
“I don't recommend trying to say no, bitch. Now, my best bro just asked for a show, so you’re going to give him one.” Izuku didn't move, even when the hand left his neck.
“Fuck, did you go forget how to think from just having your cock touched? I thought you were supposed to be smart. I guess even a smart whore is just a whore, when it comes down to it.” Izuku cried out as heavy boots kicked his calf, not hard enough to hurt but definitely sending him off balance. He had to hop to keep from crashing down to the concrete, a fate Izuku wanted to avoid. At least if he was standing, he had a chance to fight if he could time it right. The crackle that One for All usually offered beneath his skin was silent, however, gone with any semblance of safety Izuku had felt an hour ago.
“See, not so hard! Bounce your ass for us, make us want to fuck you.” Izuku turned around, facing away from where he thought Kirishima and Tetsu were, trying to keep his hands from shaking. If it went avoiding those fingers tightening around his throat, he could manage this much. Still, tears soaked through his blindfold as he reached back and lifted the thick globes of his ass, letting them fall. Someone groaned in appreciation and Izuku could hear the telltale sound of a phone camera going off.
“There you go, just like that, fuck. How are we the first ones to get our hands on you? Such a fat, sexy ass, and we get to claim it.”
“Hands off now, I want you to use your hips for me, baby.” Kirishima purred, the sound of a zipper being lowered and the quiet slide of skin on skin hit Izuku’s ears. He was touching himself, watching Izuku bounce on his arches to make his ass jiggle, unsure of what to do. Someone moved and Izuku froze, his breathing picking up and making him almost dizzy.
“Shake your ass like you mean it, Izuku. I'll give you a little… motivation.” The danger in Tetsu’s voice had Izuku trembling, trying to remember what Mina had taught him once when they were both a little tipsy. One hand grabbed his hip, the other sliding up his shoulder to settle near his throat. Izuku swallowed thickly and started to move, swallowing down whimpers of fear when Tetsu would dig his fingers into his flesh.
“Fuck, I knew you were a slut, no one innocent moves their ass like that. How’s the view, Ei?” Kirishima’s hand sounded slick now, like he was using his own precum as lube to stroke his cock.
“It's pretty amazing, I gotta say. I think he’ll look better on our cocks, though.” Tetsu clicked his tongue, moving in front of Izuku and holding him still, sending a wave of ice through his veins.
“Agreed. Now, do what we tell you, and maybe we won't send that video to the entire class. You can see everything in it, the way you like to bounce that ass, your greedy little hole, your cock. You’d be fuckin ruined in the hero world if that got out, y’know? So, are you going to be good?” Izuku nodded quickly, a fresh round of tears cascading down his burning cheeks.
“I'll be holding you to that,” Tetsu muttered, leaning in and licking away the tears that just wouldn't stop.
“You want to get him started, or me?” He asked Kirishima, the redhead staying quiet for a moment.
“You can take him, bro, I want his mouth.” Izuku fought to quiet the whimper rising in his throat, his stomach turning.
“Help me get him down here, then.” The two manhandled Izuku to the ground, their grips bruising on his limbs as he was laid out on his back. Izuku’s arms were put above his head, pushed down firmly.
“Move these, and Tetsu stops. We’ll fuck you just like that, even if you’ve only taken one finger.” Kirishima straddled Izuku’s heaving chest, the fabric of his jeans scratchy.
“And trust me, you’re going to want at least three before you take our cocks.” It was absolutely a threat, one that had Izuku’s hole twitching with interest despite the situation. Every little betrayal Izuku’s body offered had him slipping deeper into self-loathing, hating himself for so much as being hard right now, much less wanting to know what was coming next.
“If he makes any noise he shouldn't, he’s going to get it. So you better fill his mouth up quick before I have to spank him again.” Tetsu pushed Izuku’s thighs open, spreading them painfully wide and holding one down. There was a click and then something cold was drizzled over Izuku’s hole, making him buck and squirm.
This was happening.
They were going to fuck him, use him like a cocksleeve whether he liked it or not, whether it broke him.
Izuku didn't matter, the only thing Kirishima and Tetsu wanted was his body, the holes that could take them in and milk their cocks till they came. Something broke in Izuku and he relaxed a bit, only flinching once when Tetsu dragged his fingers through the mess. They prodded against his slick hole, easing one inside slowly when Izuku started to open up.
“Yeah, you want to be nice and full, huh? Fucking cockslut, Ei, get started on his mouth. I bet he’ll get even tighter when you fuck his throat.” Izuku rolled his hips with the push and pull of Tetsu’s finger, thicker than his own. Above him, Kirishima fumbled and the tip of his cock rubbed against Izuku’s cheek, leaking precum to add to the mess of tears.
“Don't you dare scream.” He ordered, skillfully undoing the gag. The minute it was loose Izuku forced it from his mouth, coughing and sobbing as he worked his sore jaw. Kirishima gave him only seconds to adjust, pulling his mouth open with one hand.
“Bite me and I'll punch you, don't pull anything funny. Got it, baby boy?” Izuku whimpered, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and over bruised lips. Kirishima hummed and guided his cock to Izuku’s mouth, gliding the tip over his tongue. Tetsu started pumping his finger faster, laughing as Izuku’s cock twitched and he shuddered.
Kirishima started moving, humping Izuku’s tongue for a moment before shoving his cock deeper. Izuku cried out as his mouth was suddenly stuffed with the redheads cock, which was by no means small. The heady scent of sex filled his mind and he closed his eyes behind the blindfold, suckling weakly as Kirishima pushed in and out leisurely.
“How’s he feel, Tetsu? As tight as he looked?”
“Gods yes, he’s gripping me like he wants to make my finger cum, and this is just the first one. How’s his mouth?” Kirishima moaned in response, getting a little rougher with his thrusts.
“Oh, I could fuck him like this for hours, nice and wet. Don't take too long down there, I'll fucking cum before I even get to feel him.” Izuku could feel the tip of Kirishima’s cock hitting the back of his throat, threatening to go further. But the redhead didn't push it, just enjoying Izuku’s mouth as Tetsu opened him up.
One finger became two and Izuku was moaning, the burning stretch going right to his cock. He’d always stretched himself quickly, always in a rush for more, but it felt like he was never going to be ready for another of Tetsu’s massive fingers. Izuku’s hips bucked when Tetsu found something, pressing hard on a bundle of nerves that had Izuku moaning around Kirishima’s cock. The redhead groaned, shoving his cock deeper and keeping it there even as Izuku’s throat constricted around it.
“That's it, right there. I bet you could cum just from this, huh? Ei fucking your mouth, and this nice little spot I just found.” Izuku tried to shake his head, barely suppressing a gag.
“I want to watch him cum, dude, make him cry.” Kirishima sounded eager, pulling out halfway to rut against Izuku’s tongue.
“C’mon, suck for me, don't expect us to do all the work.” Izuku’s neck craned to try and suck on Kiriishima’s cock, the angle making it difficult. Still, he tried to hollow his cheeks and do what he was told, the salty bitterness of Kirishima’s precum leaking down his throat. Tetsu’s fingers were ruthless against his prostate, pushing on the bundle of nerves over and over as Izuku’s cock made a puddle on his belly. Izuku started to moan around Kirishima’s cock, pleasure building.
He tried to pull away, tried to squirm, he didn't want to cum! Not like this, not with them, fuck!
Izuku came untouched with a sob as Tetsu continued to play with his prostate, his cock spilling untouched up to his chest. As Izuku cried and moaned, Kirishima shoved his cock in entirely, Izuku’s nose pressed to his hip. He choked a bit around the length, but the pain only drew his orgasm out longer, barely able to breathe in anything aside from the scent of Kirishima. Izuku stopped fighting after a moment, his throat relaxing and accepting Kirishima, his limbs limp.
“Fuck, bro, you should have seen his face. He took my entire dick too, turned all red and I was this close to losing it.” Tetsu hummed in appreciation, pulling his fingers out and laughing when Izuku wailed.
“He made a fucking mess, I think he liked choking on your massive cock Ei.” Three fingers nudged at Izuku’s hole and he shot up, his hands leaving their spot on the floor. Izuku grabbed blindly at Kirishima, fat tears dripping down his cheeks.
“N-no!” He managed to sputter, his voice hoarse as anything. It felt like time froze as Izuku realized he’d broken a rule, panic washing over him like a shock of freezing water. If he moved his hands… this was all the prep he was going to get. It didn't matter which of them fucked him now, it wasn't going to be pretty. Before he could make things worse, Izuku covered his mouth and tried to get up and run.
“Oh? Scared the little bunny, huh? Too bad you aren't fast enough to outrun the big bad wolves.” Izuku could almost hear the smirk in Tetsu’s voice as he grabbed Izuku’s ankle, Kirishima leaning forward to pin his hands against the concrete.
“Oh baby, you fucked up.” He cooed, his other hand cupping Izuku’s cheek in a gesture that, in most circumstances, would have been comforting. Here, though, it was terrifying, Izuku’s mind running at a hundred miles an hour, trying to find a way out. His quirk was failing him and without it, Kirishima and Tetsu could easily overpower him. Fighting would only piss them off, and frankly, his post-orgasm body wasn't up for much.
So instead, Izuku cried.
Big, soul-wrenching sobs wracked his body, making him shake and shiver under Kirishima.
“Awe look Tetsu, he’s crying again! Must have really liked taking your fingers, I bet he wants more.”
“Yeah man, just look how much he came earlier, such a fucking mess. Let's get him set up.” Izuku’s body was almost entirely dead weight as the two men pushed him around, wrenching his arms behind his back before forcing him to sit on his heels. Izuku slumped forward, keeping his fingers laced behind his back and whimpering.
“Ei, get over here, I want his mouth this time.”
“Better go slow, bro! It’s pretty nice in there, you’ll blow before I can.” Kirishima laughed and there was a shuffling of clothes. At this point, Izuku didn't care, letting himself slip into a space where it didn't matter who fucked him anymore. His cock started to fill again, the stamina he had always prided himself on now becoming a burden. He didn't want to feel good again, it was too much, but his body had other ideas. Tetsu moved in front of him, grabbing Izuku’s hair with an iron grip and pulling. Izuku whimpered but moved where Tetsu wanted him, feeling Kirishima settle behind him.
“Since we’re nice, you can cum whenever you want. Ei's cock hits just the right spots, so I bet you’ll be even filthier by the time we’re done with you.” Izuku shuddered at the feeling of Kirishima’s cock against his ass, firm hands guiding his waist up a bit.
“C-can't…” Izuku whimpered, his breath coming out in pants.
“Saying no isn't an option, slut. Now, open up.” Tetsu tugged harshly on Izuku’s hair and he let his mouth fall open, the pain shooting straight to his cock.
“Go ahead man, I'll keep him nice and quiet.” Kirishima lined his cock up with Izuku’s hole, the slick head rubbing against wrinkled flesh. Izuku tried to shake his head but it was hopeless as Tetsu shoved the first few inches of his cock past Izuku’s lips. The stretch was far worse than when Kirishima used his mouth, Tetsu’s cock ungodly thick. Izuku hoped that could be a saving grace for him, since he had barely been prepped at all. But even just half of Tetsu’s cock had his jaw aching, his tongue fighting to lap at the intrusion. Kirishima popped the tip of his cock inside, pressing his chest against Izuku’s back.
“C’mon, take it for me, I know you can.” Izuku mewled through his mouthful, slowly sinking down on Kirishima’s cock. He must have gone too slowly, though, because Kirishima suddenly snapped his hips upwards, bottoming out in Izuku. He cried out, his voice garbled by Tetsu’s length as he started thrusting in and out of Izuku’s mouth. His cheeks hollowed as he attempted to suck, anything to keep himself quiet. Moans flowed freely now as Kirishima started fucking him, each thrust pushing him further onto Tetsu’s cock.
“How’s he feel?” Tetsu asked, starting to use Izuku’s hair to push him back and forth. The little pinpricks of pain had his cock leaking, groans vibrating around Tetsu’s cock.
“Fuck, he’s tight. Probably a good thing we started with me, wouldn't want to break him yet.”
“Yeah man, he’s no fun if he can't take us both. He keeps crying around my dick, I can see why you were close earlier.” Izuku barely paid attention to their words, focused on his breathing. The pleasure was overwhelming after coming so recently, his cock sore but pulsing with need. Izuku could feel Kirishima against his back, his solid chest heaving as he fucked Izuku ruthlessly. The minimal stretching he’d received meant that Kirishima’s cock was borderline too much for him, his body struggling to accept the intrusion.
Still, the pain mixed nicely with the pleasure, the overarching enjoyment of being used like a toy by two of the biggest guys he knew. Izuku fell into a rhythm, when Kirishima would push in, so would Tetsu, tugging him forward and stuffing his cock deeper. Just as he was starting to get close again, Kirishima slowed down, pulling out till only the tip was inside before shoving the rest in.
“Getting tired man? Told you, you gotta practice your lifts or else your stamina’s gonna drop!” Tetsu laughed nonchalantly, as if his cock wasn't throbbing on Izuku’s tongue.
“You’re right, I skipped a few rounds this week too, I'm lacking.” Kirishima sighed, sitting back and leaving barely an inch of his length inside. Izuku whimpered at the loss, his insides having grown used to being split apart by Kirishima’s cock.
“Fuck, you move if you want it so bad then. Come on, you were so eager to bounce your little ass before, get to work.” Izuku stalled, his thoughts muddled by sex. The scent of Tetsu wasn't helping, overwhelming him every time the other man pressed Izuku’s nose to silver curls. He moaned around Tetsu’s cock, drool and precum dripping down his chin. Tetsu paused, pulling out and thumbing Izuku’s mouth open, slapping the heavy tip of his cock on Izuku’s tongue, precum spurting out for him to taste.
“Well, you heard him. Get to work, we aren't going to do everything for you.” Tetsu growled, but Izuku didn't have the mental energy to listen. His tongue swirled around Tetsu’s length, pressing flat against the slit and whimpering when a wave of salty precum followed.
“God, its like Bakugou says, he’s fucking useless. Oi, Izuku .” His name was spoken with a fury that snapped Izuku out of his daze, blinking wetly behind the blindfold.
“Mmm…” He groaned, his head lolling. Tetsu’s thick fingers wrapped around his throat, pressing hard enough to cut off blood flow. That definitely woke Izuku up, squirming to get away.
“Stay. The fuck. Still.” Tetsu commanded, his fingers pushing harder and making Izuku wheeze. He was getting lightheaded now, his cock spurting precum as his eyes rolled back. But he went still, too scared to move.
“There's a good slut. Now, Eijirou told you to do something, so do it. Keep fucking around and I'll choke you till you pass out and we’ll do whatever we want with your ass while you're out.” Izuku whined, wavering on his knees as Tetsu held onto his throat.
“Now fucking move .” The words were spat with no room for objection, Izuku lowering himself on Kirishima’s cock with a moan. He rose up quickly, Tetsu’s fingers letting up as Kirishima moaned.
“Shit, that's more like it, Izuku. Keep it up, fuck, nice and tight for me.” Kirishima groaned, hardening his hands with his quirk and slapping Izuku’s ass. The pain spurred him on, bouncing on Kirishima’s cock and adjusting the angle until he saw stars. Izuku sobbed as white-hot pleasure settled in his belly, each stroke to his prostate making him move quicker. Tetsu held his head as still as he could, leisurely pushing his cock into Izuku’s waiting mouth as he saw fit.
Izuku had no clue what to expect from the silver-haired man, some thrusts rough and deep, almost making him gag, while others just rubbed the tip against his tongue or inner cheek. He tried to keep it up, his thighs shaking with effort as he rode Kirishima and cried around Tetsu’s cock. Hardened hands pinched and smacked his ass, leaving bruises that would be purple for days. Kirishima started meeting Izuku’s movements, the slick sound of their coupling echoing in Izuku’s ears. His moans were muffled by Tetsu’s cock, swallowing down precum as it was given.
“Bro, fuck. He’s getting tighter, ‘m not gonna last.” Kirishima grunted, shoving his cock deeper into Izuku as he moved lower to take more.
“Guess I better get to work, huh?” Tetsu grinned, adjusting his fingers over Izuku’s throat and squeezing. His thrusts picked up, pressing as far back into Izuku’s throat as he could, straining his jaw. The way Izuku’s lips were forced to stretch was almost unbearable, gagging only once around Tetsu’s cock this time before his throat relaxed.
“Fucking hell, every time I choke him his throat gets tighter, is it the same for you?” Kirishima must have nodded because the only noise that followed was a broken groan, the redhead close to the edge.
“Fuck him h-harder, I'm so goddamn close.” Kirishima ground out, fingers, now more akin to claws, digging into Izuku’s skin. The points were sharp enough to draw blood from the thinner skin of his hips, little droplets burning hot on Izuku’s body. The sensations overwhelmed him, effectively blacking out the hardest orgasm he had ever experienced hit him like a train. Distantly, he felt something hot and wet spill inside him, a similar feeling in his mouth. The rest was lost to Izuku, coming so hard that he went limp, head falling against Tetsu’s thigh as his cock squirted cum up to his chin.
When Izuku came to, he was laying on his back on the concrete, trembling. The room was almost unbearably bright, a welcome contrast to the unending darkness Izuku had been trapped in before. He was sore all over, tears flowing freely down his cheeks, the blindfold now gone. The bell he had been clenching the entire time in one hand had gone missing, his fingers weakly reaching out to see if he could find it.
“It's okay baby, it's over, you don't need the bell now.” A soft voice cooed from one side, Izuku turning and blinking slowly as his vision unblurred. Kirishima was kneeling beside him, pushing Izuku’s sweaty bangs off his forehead and caressing his cheek. A sob bubbled up in his throat and Izuku couldn't push it back down, crying loudly as he slowly returned from the cloud-like space his head had been in for what felt like the past hour.
“Shh, we’ve got you, you’re safe Izu. Fuck, grab the water Eij, I'll sit him up.” The hands that were so rough and unforgiving only a few minutes ago were gentle, helping Izuku sit up and leaning him against the wall for support. It seemed to appease his body a bit, the tremors starting to lessen.
“Drink, baby, you need it. You cried almost the whole time, your heads gonna hurt later if you don't hydrate.” Izuku’s hands were too shaky to hold the water bottle, Kirishima having to lift it to his mouth as Izuku practically inhaled it. He tried to thank the redhead but the words stuck in his throat, replaced with a whine.
“It's okay, you took T’s dick entirely, I'm not surprised you’re having trouble. Just relax, we’ve got you.” Two sets of hands found spots on Izuku’s body to massage, rubbing the tension from his bones. Slowly, Izuku’s body stilled, the trembling fading to occasional little twitches. He coughed quietly, swallowing and speaking up.
“I-i'm okay…” Was all Izuku managed, trying to sit up a little straighter. Both men looked over his body, bruised and bleeding and covered in all manner of fluids.
“BS, you aren't going to be okay until we get you cleaned up, patched up, and back home in bed. Think you can hold out for us, bunny?” Izuku nodded, a little lightheaded.
“I can, but I don't w-wanna move yet.” He sniffled.
“Then we’ll stay, I've got Denki on the door for us, pretty sure he heard your muffled screams from there.” Izuku smiled weakly, his head leaning on Kirishima’s shoulder while Tetsu laced their fingers together.
“W-was I good?”
“Zuzu, I thought we were gonna kill you. We kept pushing and pushing and you were crying so hard, I thought for sure it was too much. Don't get me wrong, it was hot as fuck, I'm so glad you came up with it, but you scared me!” Izuku didn't bother to open his eyes, he could tell Kirishima was tearing up a little. He blindly pressed a kiss to his cheek and hummed.
“I knew you’d be okay, you're too strong to let us take it too far, I knew you’d use the bell if you needed to. Fucking hell, the way you screamed at the end though, shit startled me! And then you passed out and there was cum all over your face and I'm pretty sure I could get off to that alone.” Izuku chuckled, sighing.
This had been his idea from the get-go, for Kirishima and Tetsu to ‘kidnap’ him during the party, act out a scene that had woken him up with wet boxers since the three of them got together. He had been terrified to tell them he had a rape fantasy, it wasn't exactly a normal topic to bring up over dinner! After the initial shock, they had heard him out, setting guidelines for exactly what Izuku wanted, and ways to make sure he was okay.
Safewords were useless, between the gag and the tears, so a bell in his hands made the most sense, easy to drop or shake if he needed to stop. Most of the scene was open to Kirishima and Tetsu, and Izuku smiled, thinking about how well they had delivered.