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Izuku was happy and excited when he got home. That was when he could relax in his own little space. He could cuddle with his two cats, make dinner, watch some cheesy TV show and just not worry about problems at work anymore. He could fully relax before he had to wake up the next morning again and get back to the real world.
He let out a long sigh of relief.
He loved working at U.A., a quite renowned and popular company with all sorts of nice people. But it was also stressful. And today, Izuku's whole normal routine got thrown under the bus. Because he had a meeting with a guy from a rivaling company.
The League was also a rich company in the same field as U.A. and they aimed for a project that required cooperation. Their CEO had requested a meeting with Nezu, the CEO of U.A., and Aizawa, the manager of the 1A department – Izuku's department to be precise –, and specifically wanted two trusted employees to work something out this time.
Izuku had no idea why and it sounded strange, but he was just an employee and if Aizawa wanted him to meet with a guy from The League he would do it. Okay, he was a bit nervous since the other guy was an Alpha and Izuku was an Omega and he'd had his fair share of sexism towards Omegas in the field he worked in, but he could manage.
No, he could not, he was extremely nervous and scared! And that guy also seemed to be bold as hell, the League CEO had told them that his employee had requested a meeting with Izuku at his house and not the company or a café.
Aizawa had only agreed because The League wanted to work together with them, so Izuku had no choice but to comply. It would also do U.A. some good.
He sighed and let his bag glide to the floor. His cats immediately came from the living room and greeted him, pressing their faces against his legs. He smiled and softly caressed their fluffy cheeks until both of them were a purring mess.
“Hey you two. Are you hungry? I bought you some nice food at the store”, he told them with a bright smile and tried to think about something else other than the meeting and the guy he would meet in around an hour.
“God, I'm so nervous”, he sighed and went into the kitchen, opening one of the cans while his cats started meowing and rubbing against his legs with more demanding force. “Calm down, Mouse, Mint, I'm almost done”, he chuckled and gave each of them one half.
Mouse, his gray cat with nice blue eyes, went on her hind legs and wanted to get the bowl out of his hands as soon as he turned around, reaching for it with her soft paws. Mint was a brown tom with darker stripes, Izuku had nearly called him Tiger when he had adopted him, but the calm cat was basically obsessed with Izuku's mint plant, constantly nibbling at the soft leaves, so that name had to do.
Izuku put the food down and suddenly his cats turned into real life vacuum cleaners, inhaling the food as if they hadn't gotten anything to eat for days. Izuku just chuckled and petted them for a few seconds before finally getting his folder full of different recipes he'd gotten from his mother and had collected himself over the three years he'd been living on his own.
He had a specific recipe in mind he wanted to try out. He wanted to make a good impression on the Alpha so that they could seal the deal for their companies.
A whole hour of cooking later, the food was mostly done. Just maybe a few spices and the noodles were still not quite ready, but overall the Alpha could arrive without much problems.
Izuku had set the table, got his folders from work and was ready to work this out. He had also bought a bottle of wine, just in case things would get awkward in the beginning and they needed to loosen up a bit. Alcohol would be just the right thing to make them both more relaxed.
And then the doorbell rang. Izuku squealed in surprise and Mouse got startled, jolting up from her slumber on the cat tree in the corner.
Izuku quickly looked in the mirror again, his clothes were appropriate, the tie sat just right, no wrinkles in the fabric. He took a deep breath and then opened the door with a smile.
Truth be told, he was really uncomfortable letting this stranger into his home, even if it was 'just' a meeting for work. The Alpha in front of him was tall, lean and had a more ... bony statue, Izuku couldn't tell through the baggy clothes. He could've at least dressed accordingly, Izuku thought and suppressed a frown.
“Hey”, the Alpha just said casually, putting a few bangs of his light blue hair behind his ear, revealing more of his dry skin. Overall, this guy looked like he had been sleeping under a bridge for weeks.
Izuku never judged people based on looks, but this Alpha just radiated tired and lazy energy, looking like he didn't care about appearances and first impressions at all. It made Izuku much more uncomfortable. He just hoped everything would go smoothly.
“Welcome. You're a little early, food's not done yet”, Izuku cheered and invited the Alpha inside, stepping out of the way so that he could walk past him.
“You made food?”, the Alpha asked, sounding ... not very happy, but also kind of neutral? Izuku couldn't tell if he was irritated or not.
“Of course”, Izuku just said while the Alpha got out of his shoes. “My name is Midoriya Izuku by the way”, he introduced himself.
“Ah.” Izuku had never heard someone sound so incredibly disinterested in his entire life. “I'm Shigaraki Tomura.”
“N-Nice to meet you, Shigaraki-san”, Izuku just greeted him, growing more insecure because of Shigaraki's bored attitude. He closed the front door again.
Izuku led Shigaraki back into the kitchen and the Alpha openly looked around, taking in the pots on the stove, the cats on the couch and the cat tree, everything. Izuku took a noodle out of the water and ate it. They were finally ready. Thank God.
“I hope you like it. I couldn't really decide what to make because I was so nervous”, Izuku admitted, hoping to lighten the mood, but Shigaraki stayed silent and just continued staring at Mouse, getting hissed at when he wanted to pet her.
“Hey, that's not very polite”, Izuku scolded his cat immediately and she jumped down from the cat tree and right up onto the couch next to Mint. “Ah, I'm sorry, they're not used to people coming over”, he apologized for them.
Shigaraki seemed unimpressed and just nodded. Izuku gulped and tried to make his smile seem less forced. He then proceeded to put everything on the table and they both sat down. Shigaraki thanked him for the meal.
At least he has basic manners, Izuku thought and got his folder. They slowly started discussing minor statistics about each of their sales, then getting into the more serious stuff.
Shigaraki wasn't really prepared, unlike Izuku, he had nothing with him, but still knew a lot. Maybe he knew it by heart and didn't need any folders. Izuku would never have that kind of confidence, he always relied on the things he had written down.
But the more they talked, the more Shigaraki seemed to warm up to him. It was nice that the Alpha could also be more friendly and Izuku felt more at ease. It was even fun at some points and Izuku started laughing when Shigaraki made a few dry jokes.
After a whole meal, lots of discussions and half a bottle of wine, they finally came to an agreement that would benefit both companies. Izuku let himself fall back in his chair with a loud exhale. “Finally”, he sighed and smiled, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Although he was an Omega and rather small, he was able to hold his drink. Many people assumed that he would be knocked out clean right after the first glass just because of his Omega status alone. And Izuku proved them wrong again and again.
“That was a lot of work”, Shigaraki said and rubbed his temple, refilling his glass again and then gulping the wine down. “Where's your restroom?”, Shigaraki asked and stood up, putting the once again empty glass back on the table.
“Ah, just down the hall to the right, not left, right”, Izuku said and yawned. He looked at his watch. It was already half past nine pm. Pretty late for him, he never stayed up long.
“What's on the left side?”, Shigaraki asked and halted in the door frame.
“My bedroom. And believe me, you don't want to see it, it's a total mess”, Izuku giggled and stood up to take the plates away. Shigaraki merely nodded and Izuku put the plates into the dishwasher. He heard the door of the bathroom and sighed in relief.
A small moment for himself where he could calm down and let all the adrenaline subside. He just hoped that Shigaraki would leave soon, he wanted to go to bed. He got the rest of the stuff on the table and got around to put them next to the sink, bumping into the edge of the table.
“Ow”, he complained and watched helplessly as Shigaraki's small bag fell down from his chair and landed on the ground with a thud. “Oh no”, Izuku sighed and put the pot back down, going to Shigaraki's chair to pick his stuff back up. His phone had fallen out, display on.
Izuku took it and turned it around without looking. He shouldn't snoop in other's things, he would just turn it off, but when he saw the picture that decorated the lock screen, he froze, first in confusion, his lightly alcohol-affected mind not grasping it immediately.
Then it turned into fear. That was him on the lock screen. At a market he regularly went to after work. And that picture had been taken two weeks ago, Izuku recognized the fish he was accepting from the woman with a bright smile. Izuku looked down at the wallet that was also slightly poking out of the bag. Something white stood out.
Izuku really shouldn't, something told him that he probably didn't want to know what it was, but the curiosity and nervousness killed him. He got the wallet and opened it, two photographs falling out. Izuku picked them up and his worry instantly became true.
Both were pictures of him. One where he was at a local park and feeding the ducks at the pond, the other one being one as he entered his workplace. His breathing sped up. Should he address this? Talk with Shigaraki about it? Maybe it was just a misunderstanding.
Yes, exactly. It had to be a misunderstanding, nothing more. Completely harmless.
“What are you doing?” The chilly voice sent shivers down his spine and Izuku spun around in a panic.
“Sh-Shigaraki?!”
Shigaraki stood in the door frame, his face looked just a neutral as ever. Maybe Izuku could still save the situation.
“Y-Your bag fell down, I-I just wanted to pick it up, I swear! I accidentally saw the pictures and ... . Shigaraki ... . Why do you have pictures of me in your wallet?” Izuku couldn't suppress the rambling of words, the desperate attempt to save himself, asking the question that was bothering him so much.
Shigaraki didn't move, his facial expression didn't change, perfectly hiding from Izuku how he was absolutely panicking, until his alcohol-driven mind made a sudden decision without thinking anywhere near clearly. Izuku's eyes went wide as Shigaraki took a step closer.
“Now you know anyway. Why run away now?”, he asked, voice low and question directed more to himself and Izuku. His breath hitched. He was in a dangerous situation.
“L-Let's just talk about it!”, he tried to reason with the taller Alpha that slowly stalked closer, desperately trying to stop him from getting closer no matter what. “I-I'm pretty sure there's a reason, let's just sit down and talk about it.”
Izuku was surprised at how firm his voice sounded in the presence of Shigaraki's determined glare. Shigaraki's eyes were trained on him and Izuku slowly stood up, lifting his hands, hoping to calm the Alpha down, whatever he was planning to do.
“We can't talk about it now! You saw it!”, Shigaraki suddenly yelled and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer in the process. Izuku yelped in surprise and tried to back off. He knew the basic tricks for self-defense, but never assumed that he would need it someday. And his fear was overwhelming him, everything was going so fast. It was like his mind went blank as his eyes were fixed on Shigaraki's angry face.
Desperation started to settle into his stomach, forming a tight, painful knot that told him he could not get out of this situation anymore. Still, Izuku tried again. There must be a way for him to solve this with no harm done.
“Why do you have pictures of me?”, he asked carefully, trying to calm his raging heart.
“Doesn't matter, doesn't matter!”, Shigaraki screamed furiously.
Shigaraki proceeded to throw him onto the table, Mint and Mouse getting startled form the sudden loud noises as Izuku grunted in discomfort.
“It does matter, please, just tell me! I will listen”, Izuku begged. He would listen to Shigaraki if it meant that he would stop yelling and being aggressive, if it meant that he would be no longer in danger and that he wouldn't be hurt.
“No, it doesn't! Now you won't understand!” Shigaraki sounded so angry, but also ... desperate? Izuku wanted to know what was going on.
“You don't know that! Just try, please”, he urged him and Shigaraki really paused for a moment.
His grip didn't loosen, although Izuku tried to fight against it and stand back up, but Shigaraki wouldn't let him and only pressed him back down, lost in thoughts.
The Alpha seemed thoughtful, but then just bared his teeth in frustration, revealing his canines.
“Maybe. But not yet, no, not yet”, he repeated.
Suddenly, he just pressed his scarred lips against his and Izuku's eyes went wide, shaking his head and getting rid of the disgusting touch.
“Stop it!”, he yelled and Shigaraki growled.
“See! That's why!”, he hissed, as if he had just proven his point, and grabbed Izuku's shirt, yanking him up and turning him around before burying his hand in Izuku's curly hair, holding him down by his neck.
“Please stop it!” Begging was fruitless as Shigaraki started rubbing his waist against his bottom. He shrieked and Shigaraki's grip tightened.
“Not yet. You won't understand yet”, Shigaraki whispered in a suddenly gentle voice, honeyed words dripping down Izuku's back and burning his flesh. First tears started to show up.
“Please let me go!”, he sniffled and the first tears dripped down his cheeks.
“No. You'll understand when we're ready”, Shigaraki insisted and his other hand wandered under his shirt, touching the skin on his back and kneading the flesh of his waist. Izuku sobbed in fear and Shigaraki grunted in annoyance when his hand met the waistband.
His hand snaked around his torso and tried to unbutton his pants. He didn't manage to open it and started to get more aggressive again, yanking at the fabric, trying to get it down and Izuku sobbed as he felt the harsh tugs.
“Why are you do-ing this? Please stop”, he whimpered as Shigaraki finally managed to rip his pants down to reveal his butt. Shigaraki groaned in relief and leaned over him, pulling the fabric of his shirt aside to kiss his shoulder. He inhaled the scent from Izuku's scent gland on his shoulder, his breaths growing more rapid, turning into panting.
Izuku trembled, dread pumping through his veins and filling his limbs, unable to move as he tightly clutched the fabric of the tablecloth between his fingers, knuckles turning white.
Shigaraki licked over his skin, wet, hot, burning kisses being pressed against his pale skin. Shigaraki groaned as he took a piece of skin between his teeth and started sucking, lightly biting down. Izuku screamed in shock.
“Can't wait any longer, can't, just can't, can't, I can't, waited too long already”, Shigaraki panted and suddenly yanked at his pants again, pulling them down further. Izuku heard the rustling of clothing and suddenly felt something poke him. No, no! Please, not yet!, he begged in his thoughts as Shigaraki freed his hard cock of the restraints of his own pants.
He immediately pressed against Izuku's back entrance and Izuku bit his lip to ease the pain. Not yet, not yet! Too early!, he sobbed and cried out.
“Ow! It hurts! Please stop it!”, Izuku begged and Shigaraki only got faster. His cats now jumped around the couch, hissing and staring at Izuku and Shigaraki in discomfort, both wildly whipping their tails.
Izuku wished they were human, he begged they would know what was going on and attack Shigaraki so that there would be an opening and Izuku could escape or fight him off. He so longed for this chance, this hope, but Mouse and Mint stayed exactly where they were.
“You need this. I need to claim you fast before anyone else does it. You won't get away, Izuku. You'll be mine and no one else's”, he hissed and Izuku cried out in pain and humiliation.
“Please ...”, he whimpered with last, slowly vanishing strength as Shigaraki fully invaded him,
tightly pressing the smooth skin of his hips against his butt.
Shigaraki didn't listen to his begs and just started ruthlessly moving back and forth, pressing Izuku against the hard edge of the table, grabbing his waist in a strong grip while still holding him down by his neck.
He leaned over him again, movements getting faster while Izuku cried and sobbed into the white sheet on the table, begging for this to be a nightmare about the meeting. That he was just imagining his worst case scenario and that the meeting was still to come and it would actually take place somewhere else, somewhere safe.
He felt the thrusts getting sloppier, Shigaraki's dick more easily gliding back and forth, something wet dripping down his thighs. I-Is it ... ?, Izuku thought in shock, tears of pain dripping down his face and leaving dark trails of shame.
Blood. It had to be, because Izuku didn't feel aroused, the harsh movement too painful to spike the nerves in the walls of his rectum. The thrusts too fast and too deep to feel good. So yes, it had to be blood that was seeping down his thighs and staining his pants right now.
Izuku's crying evened out as his gaze got emptier, his pathetic tries to save himself stopping. He tried to think of something nice while Shigaraki pushed inside him with relentless force, he tried to think of his mother, of his friends, of the Alpha woman Uraraka in U.A. he had a crush on.
New tears rolled down his red face. He would never get a chance to meet her now. She would think he was disgusting now, tarnished, dirtied, already used.
She would never like him back unless he could manage to hide from Shigaraki and break the bond with the pill. And then forget it all. But if that would be possible? Izuku didn't know.
Shigaraki started to kiss his neck again, excessively sucking at his skin with a possessive force and ripping him out of his thoughts with which he tried to escape this horrid reality. New tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his face, twisted in pain and hurt.
He wanted back to his mother, he wanted her to hold him and tell him all was just a dream. A nightmare and nothing serious. Izuku started sobbing again when Shigaraki mercilessly tore the fabric that covered his shoulder and leaned down, opening his mouth, hot breath ghosting over his dampened skin as he bit into his shoulder, his scent gland. Izuku's eyes went wide as Shigaraki's cock twitched inside him.
No, no no! Please let this all be fake! Please let it be a nightmare! Izuku didn't take the pill and Shigaraki wasn't wearing a condom! He cried out in fear as Shigaraki's teeth broke his skin and hit his scent gland, simultaneously coming inside him as Izuku was rendered completely useless, frozen as his scent gland started to emit relaxing hormones, forcing him to calm down and making him unable to move.
Shigaraki panted as Izuku just laid on the table, slow breaths, in and out, in and out again, in, out. A few stray tears streamed down his cheeks as the stress and the hormones got too much and he grew incredibly tired. The last thing he thought before he passed out was that he would most definitely get the morning-after pill tomorrow.
There was a good feeling spreading in his stomach. Izuku didn't know what it was. He tried waking up, but somehow he didn't manage to. His eyes were heavy and didn't allow him to see anything in the dark. He couldn't even open them.
He moaned as something relieving spread in his body, making his legs twitch as something hot and wet slithered over the skin of his neck.
He realized only now that he was lying on his side, one leg lifted in the air. Izuku felt something under his thigh, holding his leg up and bringing that great feeling to him.
He moaned again as a soft thrust against his prostate caused another wave of pleasure to shake his body, he felt slick dripping out of him.
His eyelids fluttered and he tried to keep them open. He felt hot all over and didn't know why. Nobody should be with him right now.
His mind was still dazed and confused, even when he tried to blink there was only darkness around him. He felt teeth on his neck that bit down and sucked on his skin. A mix of pleasure and slight pain made him arch his back in desperate need.
He didn't understand what was going on right now. Nobody was supposed to be here. Nobody except for … . Wait, wasn't Izuku supposed to have a meeting?
He slightly panicked and wanted to get up, mumbling some incoherent sentences about the meeting.
“Still need my folders”, Izuku slurred and pushed his torso off of the mattress until an arm snaked around his neck and pulled him back down.
“Meeting's done already. Just relax”, a voice whispered into his ear and Izuku felt himself melt against the body behind him, enjoying the tiredness that made him feel at ease, but something was still weird.
He was about to fall asleep again from all the exhaustion. The pleasure felt wonderful, but also draining and he didn't think he'd manage much longer.
“T-Tired …”, he weakly said and wanted to get away again, to rest and sleep.
His movement was once again denied and he was just pulled closer to the person behind him. He didn't understand. Why was the meeting over already? Why was it dark even when he managed to keep his eyes open for a few seconds? Why was there someone with him?
He desperately tried to figure out what had happened. He moaned loudly when the dick inside him perfectly hit his sweet spot again, he immediately felt two fingers in the corner of his mouth, wandering inside and playing with his tongue.
Izuku was confused and tried to move out of the way, but his head was trapped between a greedy mouth and a muscular arm.
He lightly shook his head as the fingers only went deeper inside until he had to gag, not used to the feeling of something foreign moving around in his mouth.
He turned his head a little to the left, his orientation gone, where was he anyway?
He blinked in confusion and looked around. Was that his room? He couldn't tell, too much darkness. Barely any light from the street lamps and the moon shone inside because the blinds were down. Hadn't Izuku kept them up?
The panting next to his ear grew stronger, sharper. Izuku turned his head again, the fingers still pinching his tongue and moving around, causing him to make lewd sounds on accident.
He spotted long, light hair next to him, a spot of light from outside helping him see. The stranger then slightly lifted his head and revealed dark, red eyes, clouded with lust and greed.
Then it struck him. Izuku immediately remembered. Shigaraki!
He immediately started turning and writhing, tiredness gone as fear struck his body.
“L-Let go”, he rasped and moved away with his hips. “Let go!” Tears filled his eyes and he felt hopeless as his struggles grew stronger and Shigaraki managed to keep him in place.
Izuku cried out and wanted to bite his fingers off, but Shigaraki noticed and moved his fingers out of his mouth, instead fully wrapping his arm around Izuku's chest and holding his shoulder, making sure he couldn't get away.
“N-No”, he whimpered, his throat hurting from talking, his mind still fuzzy as the hormones from his scent gland continued to have an effect on him.
He shrieked when he felt a weight on him. Shigaraki leaned against him and Izuku was rolled on his stomach. He cried into the pillow as Shigaraki kissed his shoulder and continued to fuck him slowly.
Izuku whined and suppressed a moan that got stuck in his throat. Shigaraki's chest and stomach perfectly fit against Izuku's back and it made him sick.
New tears ran down his cheeks until he was a crying mess, pathetic, desperate sobs mixed with moans of pleasure, his dick painfully hard and pressed against the mattress.
Shigaraki grunted as Izuku tightened around him once again. He licked over his neck, warm saliva coating his trembling skin. Shigaraki deeply inhaled the scent of his hair and his scent gland, completely lost in the bliss as Izuku suffered underneath him.
He cried into he pillow, trying to bury his face in it, but Shigaraki grabbed his hair and softly pulled him back, exposing his red and twisted face.
“So pretty, Izuku”, he huffed and leaned closer to kiss his cheek. Izuku tried to back off and leaned away, but Shigaraki didn't care.
He felt the sting of helplessness in his limbs as he stopped trying to squirm. It became too exhausting and Izuku started to realize that it wouldn't change anything now anyways. He had been raped and even ending it now would only mean a faster end, nothing more.
So he went limp, the pleasure causing his body to tremble, he was shaking from the fear and the air reeked of sex and pheromones.
He winced when he felt his hole clamping down around Shigaraki's cock, pulling him closer and deeper inside, keeping him there.
Izuku felt the friction in his butt and the pleasure in his lower stomach. He sobbed out a loud moan when Shigaraki hit his prostate again, fully rubbing over it with his full length and causing Izuku to orgasm.
His walls clenched around Shigaraki, not letting him go as the Alpha came as well, spilling his seed inside him and riding out his orgasm, Izuku felt his hot and burning walls enjoying the last bits of friction before Shigaraki stilled on top of him, breathless.
Shigaraki groaned and collapsed on top of him, softly aspirating weak kisses on his shoulder. Izuku flinched with tears in his eyes, carefully curling into a ball and starting to cry, to utterly and wholeheartedly cry.
Shigaraki halted before cooing soft words to him and backing off, then taking him in his arms and securely wrapping them around him as Izuku sobbed.
“Shh, it's okay now, my Izuku. My pretty, pretty Izuku”, Shigaraki whispered and kissed him behind his ear.
“Why are you doing this to me?”, Izuku desperately asked between sobs, burying his face in his hands. Shigaraki tightened his embrace from behind and pulled the blanket over their bodies.
“So that you can love me”, Shigaraki said under his breath, hot air ghosting over his ear shell, lips touching his skin before licking over his ear.
Izuku shrieked in fear and quickly covered his ear with his hand, but Shigaraki just chuckled in amusement, as if not taking him seriously. He was not taking him seriously. He did not. He firmly grabbed Izuku's wrist and pulled it out of the way, pressing his lips against his skin again, burning touches making Izuku tremble in fear.
Izuku cried more heavily, trying to turn his face away, trying to hide his whole body by becoming smaller, but the smaller he made himself, the more Shigaraki engulfed him and was everywhere. Izuku's breathing became faster.
He finally lost it and started screaming, thrashing as he tried to get out of Shigaraki's grip. The Alpha immediately tightened his hold, leaning above him and pressing him into the sheets as he held his wrist down.
Izuku tried to turn and hit Shigaraki with his still free fist, but he grabbed that one, too, and pinned it on the mattress.
“Don't make me do this to you”, he purred, but it sounded so excited, like he was hoping that Izuku would continue fighting.
Izuku fully panicked, he didn't want to be trapped with a beast like that. He wanted to get out of here, burn it all to the ground to destroy every memory he could ever have of this incident.
He sobbed and ripped at his wrists, trying to yank them out of Shigaraki's grasp. Shigaraki watched his struggles with amusement until Izuku was close enough to his wrist and bit down so hard he drew blood.
Shigaraki grunted in pain and his face twisted in fury before a wide, crooked smile spread on his face.
“Well, well, well. Looks like I got myself a fighter. But I already figured that out before we met today”, Shigaraki whispered and didn't try to get Izuku off of him, instead leaning down until their noses almost touched. Izuku was so, so afraid. “Good thing that I came prepared”, he quietly said and finally ripped his hand out of Izuku's mouth, grabbing the hair on the back of his head and pressing his face down.
Izuku grunted and whimpered in fear, shaking because he was so scared of the consequences.
Shigaraki leaned over him, putting his whole weight on his neck and almost choking him by doing that. He grabbed a small box that stood on Izuku's nightstand. Izuku never had a box like that … . That was not his box … .
Shigaraki pulled two thick, long cloths out and let one fall down on the mattress next to Izuku. His eyes went wide in fear and he started sobbing again. Shigaraki grabbed his wrists and Izuku tried to get them out of his grip.
Shigaraki just chuckled and tightly held them together while starting to wrap the fabric around his wrists behind his back.
“No, stop it!”, Izuku cried and let out a quiet, pathetic sob. Shigaraki chuckled again and pressed a kiss on his neck before tightly binding the cloth together.
Shigaraki took the other cloth next to Izuku and let his long, bony fingers slip under his chin, lifting his head.
Izuku threw his head to the side when Shigaraki wanted to press the fabric into his mouth to gag him. He tightly shut his lips and tried to resist the Alpha's attempts to invade his mouth, but one strong yank on his hair and a firm grip on his jaw caused him to open his mouth, letting out a pained grunt.
Shigaraki pressed the cloth inside and quickly tied it together behind his head. Izuku shook his head, pressed against the cloth with his tongue, but it wouldn't get out, it was too secure. Izuku felt fresh tears in his eyes and sank back into the pillow.
“Such tiny hands”, Shigaraki suddenly said and softly touched Izuku's fingers. Izuku immediately tried to back off, but then he suddenly felt something on the palm of his hand that was most definitely not another hand.
Izuku tried to turn around to see what Shigaraki was doing, but the Alpha just groaned in pleasure as his dick slid through Izuku's fingers.
Izuku was absolutely disgusted and opened his hand to get away from Shigaraki's cock, but he was more determined than Izuku was and grabbed his hand, carefully closing it around his dick and thrusting into his cupped hand.
Izuku started crying and his gaze hardened. He would not stop fighting. He ignored the pain of shame and started squeezing harder. When he heard Shigaraki hiss in discomfort, he tightly grabbed his dick and refused to let go, crushing the cock in his hand.
Shigaraki grunted again and grabbed Izuku's neck, throwing him back into the pillow. Izuku groaned and his grip slightly loosened without him wanting to. Shigaraki immediately backed off and turned Izuku on his back.
Izuku glared at him in fear and disgust, tears streaming down his face. Shigaraki smirked an ugly smile.
“Fine. Let's do that some time later”, he said and laid down, pulling Izuku close to his chest. Izuku started crying, the heat of Shigaraki's body almost unbearable, but the exhaustion quickly took over again and hit him like a train.
He continued crying and slowly fell asleep in his captor's arms.