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‘So damn tired’ Izuku whispered to himself.
It was just another day of teaching his students in one of the best- if not the best hero school, UA.
The lesson was almost finished, and his class was chirping loudly, talking about what they wanted to do after school. They reminded him of better times, where he was also a student here at this exact school, not knowing that he would have to fight in a battle to save the world from… pure evil, and ultimately lose his quirk because of it.
Especially the presence of Kota and Eri made him uneasy.
They were part of his class, and whenever they glanced at him, he felt like pulling his own hair out and crying like a child. But he wouldn’t do that, he shouldn’t. He was an adult now, fucking twenty- five. He still had pretty much the same personality. Strong willed, optimistic, analytical and diligent. The only thing that Izuku would claim being different now was how he thought of himself.
So many times, he thought about the past. What he could’ve done to prevent being quirkless again. He missed it, every day. Heck- that was an understatement. He missed it every second.
Not just having One for All, but being with everyone without them… pitying him.
A little while ago, he had asked Ochako out. When she accepted and hugged him, for a fraction of a second, he felt like how he did back in high school again. He really thought he liked her.
Actually, he had to cling to the idea of that, because when he was younger, he’d dreamt about a future with her as his girlfriend, and he wanted to make at least one of his wishes come true. But he quickly realized that it wouldn’t work.
In fact, they were supposed to have a date today, but he had cancelled it with the excuse of having a migraine. He was pathetic, really.
Even with his suit designed to resemble his former quirk, He had to be careful to not damage it, and it had a certain capacity he couldn’t surpass because, well, it wasn’t his quirk. It was a mere replica in the form of a suit. It just wasn’t the same.
Wearing it felt… cumbersome.
“Sensei, is everything all right?” Eri asked, brows creasing out of worry.
Ah. Right, he was still in class. That shouldn’t have happened.
“Im alright Eri, thank you for your concern,” Izuku exclaimed, before adding “You really are a natural born hero!”
Crap. Maybe he went a little over the top.
“Okay… well thank you and, have a nice day!” Eri answered, a small smile appeared on her face, before she left the classroom with all the other kids.
Her quirk was really amazing. In fact, all of the students' quirks were amazing.
But he shouldn’t be jealous of them.
So, he walked out of the class towards home to grade the tests of the mock- exam from today. Weirdly, he felt a sense of dread creeping up in him. Maybe he was wrong, but it definitely felt like someone was following him. They were trying to be secretive about it, but Izuku’s senses hadn’t dulled even after losing his quirk.
Still, Izuku didn’t have his suit with him so direct confrontation wouldn’t be the smartest move. Hence, he sped up his walking a little and took a different route than usual, hoping he would reach a main street soon. But he didn’t, and now he was standing in front of a dead end. He should’ve known luck wasn’t on his side yet again, but before he could joke about it, he was grabbed by his locks.
“Sorry, but play time’s over.” Someone with a deep voice yelled creepily.
Izuku didn’t move. He was still tired. So damn tired.
“Won’t you look at me, little hero?” The man chuckled.
“What do you want?” Izuku mumbled, his head held low.
“Hmmm… I think I’d like to see you hurt, Izuku” The villain answered. What should he do? Try to resist? Shout and hope for help? Shame welled up in him, and he realized he wouldn’t mind as much as he should if his life ended here. With that, a small tear escaped his eyes, and Izuku touched the hand that was buried on his scalp. His grip really hurt, but it wasn’t just that.
“Could you please release your hand? I won’t try to do anything I promise.” Izuku spoke, almost gently. The villain laughed but accepted the request. Izuku turned around to look at him. The man was much bigger and appearance- wise, he looked fairly similar to stain, but with some differences. The biggest one being having a nose. The villain studied him for a few seconds, before, to Izuku’s surprise, slamming his lips on Midoryas. Izuku didn’t know what to do, so he just let him.
He let him put his tongue in his mouth and he let him put his large hand on his butt. Gosh, if he ever felt humiliated in his life, it was nothing compared to this.
He didn’t have the upper hand like usual. His stupidness made him forget to take that fucking suit with him. Izuku tried to breathe while that man was spreading his ass cheeks and licking his face. Fuck.
“I’m so lucky my favorite little hero forgot to bring his super- suit today” Izuku shuddered. The late autumn weather and the darkness in that alley only allowed Izuku to feel even more powerless, and he closed his eyes when he realized he was being lifted off the ground. He felt the villain tugging his pants off and groping his ass again, this time no fabric in between.
Then, he felt it. A wet, calloused finger massaging his pucker.
“Your pink little pussy is gonna feel so good, I’m almost coming already.” He said, before thrusting his finger inside. Midoriya whimpered at the sudden intrusion. It didn’t really hurt, since he masturbaited anally pretty frequently, which he would never admit, it was too embarrassing. But of course, the villain noticed. He put a second finger in almost immediately and scissored him relentlessly.
“Huh, it’s a little loose. I never thought our savior would be into dicks, what a surprise! It kinda turns me on. Gosh… I can’t take it anymore.” The man exclaimed, panting. Izuku was flushed, at least ten times more embarrassed than before. He was shaking because it was chilly and his cock was hard, twitching in anticipation.
“Just hurry and get it over with," The smaller one groaned. He was going to be raped. The least he could do was pretend he was enjoying it, it would probably be the first and only time he would have sex with the same gender. The gender he liked better. But fuck, he was scared. He didn’t want this!
Not with some stranger who didn’t leave him with a choice. He thought of his favorite pair of blue eyes, who once used to look at him so gently- his blonde hair moving in sync with the wind near the beach where it all started.
The villain didn’t answer because it would have delayed him of whipping his cock out and slamming it all in his rear. Izuku suppressed a moan, trying to observe what the other was doing meanwhile, and immediately wished he didn’t. He pulled out a camera.
“Fuck- don’t you dare!” Izuku yelled, visibly desperate.
“What are you gonna do about it?” The man ranted. Midoriya squealed and tried to grab the camera, but what came next made him wish he hadn’t done that. “Don’t” He commanded, before grabbing Izuku by his neck and slamming him against the wall. Then, he started filming, the red dot following the greenette’s face and body. He couldn’t do anything, and he was so damn tired. The Taller one sped up his pace, making sure to point the camera so both Izuku’s face and his ass with the inserted penis were visible.
“You’re so good to me, you know? You don’t even know my quirk or how strong I am, nghh~,yet you’re not resisting.” That was true. The greenette still wondered what his quirk was, but what would change if he knew? Izuku felt hot. It was like he was getting a fever, his chest was also slightly burning. It was probably because his heart was beating so hard and fast, or was that the cock in his hole? The numbness in his body made it hard to differentiate them from each other.
Soon the man sped up his pace, the position making his rod rub against Midoriya’s prostate with a frequency that made him whimper a little- even though he’d tried to suppress it. The waves of pleasure increased and soon the villain decided he had enough evidence and turned the camera off to give Izuku all his attention.
“Uff-“he grunted “You feel sooo fucking good~ God, does your hole have tentacle suckers???Ah… so snug inside. Everytime I pull out it sucks me in again~” That man must really be enjoying himself, Izuku thought.
He kind of felt something building up inside of him, the pleasure flowing through his entire body like magma. Fuck, he was close. The villain was still gripping him by the neck, although not too firmly, Izuku still felt like seeing a few black dots. His own hands were holding the big hand of the man, so he moved them to this shoulder. The stranger welcomed it by finally letting go of his neck and groping his full cheeks again. After that adjustment, Deku was practically hugging his blackmailer, moaning and almost completely giving into the pleasure. The loud smacking filled the empty and cold alley, making Izuku nuzzle into the mans shoulder.
“Haaah~ I’m gonna come…I ‘m gonna pump so deep inside,” And then what? Would he leave him here on the street and upload the video or use it for blackmail? Even though Midoriya was scared, he had to admit if this didn’t have any consequences, he would maybe actually enjoy it. He knew it was wrong, it didn’t quite feel right either, but still, it felt like something like this was long overdue. And now it finally happened. Even though it wasn’t the right place, mood, nor person.
Gosh, a fucking virgin at twenty-five. Even if that’s not the case anymore, it used to be, up until now. He thought his first time would be with Ochako, which could have already been the case, if he hadn’t pushed her away every time she got… too close. He knew he couldn’t get it up for her.
At first, he thought he had an erectile disfunction. Then the fact that she didn’t really have sex- appeal, but now he knows better. He simply doesn’t like her that way. She’s a good friend, and she could be a good wife or whatever.
But there was never that sorrow, that sadness, that worry, that spiking pulse and dopamine rush while talking together, that lust while thinking about them. Every touch bringing a crave for more. He wanted the former number 1 hero to be his first.
Still wants, but now it’s too late. Too late to even try to get closer. He was in his mid 60s now and retired.
Not like Izuku really cared about that, but he knew All Might did. He always had low self- esteem, but after completely losing OFA, any respect for himself was also gone. He knew if he tried to do anything, he would be rejected immediately. He probably only saw him as his successor anyway.
His train of thoughts was interrupted again “Fuck~ coming” the other grunted. And after a few seconds, he really did. Izuku could tell immediately because of the way he felt something warm being poured inside. That would be a real mess to clean up later. And the video?
God.
The following events felt like a blur. Izuku was left behind, like a used toy. Post-nut clarity had never been this intense. He never, even at the age of five, felt as helpless as he did now. Shaking from the events and chilly temperatures, his vision started to fade.