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The cut is small: just a two-inch vertical slit up his breastbone from a downward slice he couldn’t dodge. It sits directly between his nipples, both of which Stain’s tongue drag over each time he re-applies the paralysis.
Izuku whimpers. It’s literally the only thing he can do.
That massive tongue glides down his bare belly, through the channel cut open through his uniform, right down to his privates. Not so private anymore.
It pulls slowly around his penis, shamefully hard and standing erect after countless times Stain has made this circuit. Circling, circling, teasing.
Izuku has lost track of how long he has been here, splayed open on his back in this alley.
The setting is familiar: cold, dark, dirty. City sounds filter down the alley like they’re a world away. But this time, no help is coming. It’s just Izuku, Stain, and the wet organ darting out to lick the head of his cock before making its way back up his stomach to his chest.
All Izuku can do is let it happen.
First the left nipple, then the right, then back to the left - always sliding across the tiny bit of blood that continues to well up between the two. Slow, torturous circles around hard nubs that send warm currents rippling across Izuku’s skin in sharp contrast to the air that chills the saliva left in their wake.
Tears spill down the sides of his face to dampen his hair fanned out on the ground. That’s the other thing Izuku can do: cry. Not much, no, not the hard sobs and wails he desperately wants to release. Just gentle rivulets to accompany his soft pants, gasps and moans.
The paralysis weighs heavy on him like a blanket. He wants to move, fight back, cry for help. But with his blood so available, Stain has total control. Izuku’s vocal chords are caught in a hold like a fist is physically wrapped around his neck, with only strangled sounds escaping.
Izuku’s Type O blood, which offered him a quick recovery from Stain’s quirk the last time they fought, is useless to him now, when Stain has free reign to consume it whenever he wants.
It’s why the Hero Killer has so many deaths to his name.
For the first time, the tongue changes course as Stain crawls up his body. It licks up the underside of Izuku’s neck, slobbering over his chin before lapping at his lips. Izuku cannot hold his jaw shut to deny it entry, and it slips into his mouth.
Izuku wants to vomit.
It leisurely explores the inside of his mouth, spreading its foul taste of copper and stale breath. Izuku’s eyes are closed, and for that he is grateful. Stain’s unmasked face is directly above his own as he pushes his tongue down Izuku’s throat.
Paralyzed, he cannot even gag.
The alley is silent.
Stain eventually withdraws, drool splattering down onto Izuku’s face as he resumes his pathing.
Nipple, cut, nipple, cut, belly, cock.
Izuku tries to scream as that hot tongue wraps itself around him, fully enveloping his weeping erection in its wet, slimy grip.
But he can only moan.
It generously pumps him a few times and the pleasure is so high, so good, after what might have been hours of teasing and Izuku is so close. But then it squeezes at the base before disappearing with a slurp.
Izuku whines, desperate and broken.
The tongue changes course again.
It makes a few fondling swipes at his balls before moving farther down, licking right over Izuku’s asshole.
Izuku’s stomach sinks as dread unfurls in his chest. He is not so naive as to not know what comes next. But the tongue withdraws, pausing the panic - until a sharp pain blooms on his hip as Stain makes a sloppy incision there, piercing right through the thick material of Izuku’s useless hero costume.
Dirty fingers probe at the wound. Izuku’s eyes are still closed but he knows Stain is licking the digits clean when another heavy layer of paralysis drapes over him.
Arms snake under his hips, hiking them roughly up into the air, and Izuku’s cock dribbles onto his stomach, his chest and the two-inch cut between his nipples.
He wants so desperately to shriek.
His legs are spread wide apart, baring his entire self to the monster above.
Izuku whimpers, whines, puffs soft sounds of protest but nothing stops the massive, slimy muscle from touching to his hole. It licks, swirls, presses and laves at him, getting him sopping wet. Izuku tries to squirm. He feels gross and hot; it’s awful and he hates it but his dick is so hard.
It pushes in, breaching the ring of muscle and spreading him open with no pause, no preamble, no letting him get used to the intrusion. All the teasing of before is forgotten in favor of harshly thrusting inside.
Izuku squeals around the paralysis squeezing his throat.
Stain fucks into Izuku hard and fast, withdrawing his giant, thick tongue with a lewd slurp before spearing it back in. Izuku feels so full already but it was not even the entirety of it inside him; he moans as it presses even deeper, spreading him wider still, splitting him open.
With a dark chuckle, the most he has spoken since he first laid Izuku on the ground, Stain curls his tongue.
The paralysis does not stop Izuku’s entire body from jolting.
It’s strange and awful and good, and Izuku hates that pleasure washes over him each time Stain repeats it.
But it quickly becomes unbearable.
Stain does it again, and again and again and again, and Izuku’s entire world goes white as he comes violently all over himself with a strangled cry. His muscles spasm, his untouched cock jumps.
But the tongue inside him doesn’t stop.
It keeps moving, licking, swirling. A huge, prehensile tentacle that presses deeper, and deeper, until Izuku thinks he must feel it in his stomach. If he could open his eyes, lift his head through the paralysis, maybe he’d see it distending the skin over his lower abdomen.
Izuku’s tiny sounds are pathetic as he twitches against the cold ground, completely coming apart under a relentless tongue-fucking that seems to go on forever. Just when he thinks he can’t take it anymore, his cock still hard and upright, the tongue slips back out of him with a horrible sound and a worse sensation.
Stain lowers Izuku’s hips back to the ground.
Izuku can feel his massive presence on top of him, crawling back up his body until the villain is hovering directly above, completely surrounding and covering Izuku. His heart would beat faster if the quirk keeping his body prisoner wasn’t holding that in its grip, too.
For the first time, Izuku manages to cry out, as Stain enters him again at the same time as he pinches both of Izuku’s nipples between wet, grimy fingers. He bottoms out in one smooth thrust, and though Stain’s cock isn’t as thick as his tongue, it’s not small. It’s also harder and less forgiving, withdrawing quickly only to punch forward sharply, pounding into Izuku and shoving him back and forth along the dirty alley ground.
But if Izuku thought he had finally found his voice, he’s immediately silenced, as Stain’s giant tongue forces its way down his throat again, this time bringing a new, unpleasant taste that Izuku knows is his own.
It’s too much, it’s too much, as Izuku is relentlessly fucked into from both ends, filling him and stuffing him more than he can bear. His nipples are rolled and twisted cruelly at the same time as his prostate is nailed with laser precision, and Izuku is coming again, squealing like an animal.
He barely registers it though, as simultaneously, Stain grunts and groans above him, pressing in deep and holding, and a burst of wet heat blooms inside of Izuku’s abdomen.
The tongue and cock rip out of him with little fanfare, spit and slick fluid completely covering Izuku’s mouth and ass, and Stain pulls away.
Only to lick along the cut between Izuku’s nipples, and start pathing along his stomach.
If Izuku could beg, he would.
But he can’t, and can only whine softly as Stain repeats his earlier process until he reaches Izuku’s puffy, leaking asshole once more, and dips back inside.
Izuku moans, long and low.
He loses all sense of time and feeling as Stain fucks him over and over in that dark alley, keeping him subdued with occasional, lazy licks to his open wounds.
Maybe at some point Stain stopped paralyzing him. Izuku wouldn’t know. He’s too far gone to tell.
After an eternity, the sun begins to rise and Stain stands up. Izuku’s eyes flutter open, free of weight, and he blearily looks up at the baleful glare cast down on him. Disgusted, disdainful. Disappointed.
A flick of a red scarf and the man is gone.
It’s a small, two-inch cut above his breastbone but Izuku feels it like a knife sunk down into his heart.
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