Cat That Caught The Canary

by notyourruler

Notes:

• For KittyKqt.

There's a stunning lack of /Tsukauchi fics in the fandom despite how he gets the "Aizawa treatment" (looking very tired and disshelved which makes him hotter), so I wanted to write something with him! Apologies though, Aizawa keeps calling dibs on Izuku in everything I write so he's here too. Tsukauchi seems kind of voyeuristic in this but I promise you he's very happy to be there.

The resounding click of metal against his skin makes him swallow roughly, turning his head to look at the underground hero and detective that both have an firm hand on him. The smile always hanging off his face is struggling to stay in its usual wide position, tugging down nervously at the way grimy fingernails dig into the skin of his wrist.

“Not even going to take me to dinner first?” He asks, shuffling when neither man says anything, the wings on his back fluttering with the movement. He lets the smile fall from his face as he tries again to look back at the two men, starting to feel a bit unnerved. “You know, I don’t put out on the first date.”

“Think he’s telling the truth?” A bored voice drawls out, rubbing soothingly at the fingernail indents in his skin.

A bigger hand minutely squeezes around his other wrist, an annoyed huffing noise coming out of the man.

“What do you think?” An irritated voice grit out, keeping his grip tight while he started to dig in his trench coat for the car key with his other hand.

He couldn’t help but whimper quietly at the dismissive tones coming from both men, being talked about like he wasn’t right there. However, it oddly came out as more of a trill.

The dry response the first voice was about to give paused at the noise, a new hand moving to squeeze at his hip- which only made him let out a long whine. The voice modulator turns that sound into a higher pitched trill, and the jingling of keys pauses too. He feels fingertips shift to thumb at a feather resting near the small of his neck. He can’t help the shiver that rolls up his spine and makes him sag against the police car.

“What was that?” The second voice asked incredulously, the slightest tinge of giddiness on it. He quickly blurted out a Nothing before he squirms more at the large hand gripping his wrist tighter.

“You sure?” The gruff voice to his left comes closer to speak in his ear, goosebumps traveling over his skin as the wings on his back flutter without his consent. “I think that noise came from you.”

He squeaked when he felt the thumb on his hip rub harshly into his side, a little chirp coming out which makes him swear furiously under his breath. The next time he sees Mei he is going to strangle her.

A throat clears behind him to the right, a little unsure but a lot curious, “Are you alright, Mockingbird?”

“Never better,” he tries to force out with his usual humor but the effect is ruined by the stifled chirps emerging from his mask. The thumb presses into a tender part of his wrist making his wings splay out subtly before the warmth disappears.

The car beeps lightly as the doors are unlocked, a hand rapping against it to pull their attention. “Secure him in the car, Eraserhead, we need to take him to the station.”

He breathed out, trying to get the strength back in his legs to move into the vehicle before he lets out a strangled string of chirps at rough hands gripping him by the sides and maneuvering him off the ground. The underground hero laughed at the reaction, nuzzling against the exposed strip of skin on his neck which made him let out more confused chirps.

Dazed, he didn’t realize he was being pulled into the passenger seat with the man until he was on top of Eraserhead. He started to protest before the hero shut the door after them and hummed while wrapping a possessive arm around his middle.

“Really, Eraserhead?” The detective sighed, rubbing his forehead in resigned exasperation seeing the vigilante secured in the underground hero’s lap.

Eraserhead only hummed again as he put his face in the crook of the smaller man's neck. “You always say I need to file the paperwork for my arrests, right? I’m just coming along.”

The older man groaned and moved his focus to the road, starting the engine of the police car and smoothly making their way back into traffic.

 

His heart was thundering in his ears at the confined space, tracking his eyes along the car’s interior for any helpful information and mentally noting each intersection they passed. When he was pressed against the trunk of the car, he would’ve still been able to escape even with the quirk suppressant handcuffs on his wrists. Honestly there isn’t any good reason for why he hadn’t just bolted away from the two while they were just meandering about- well, it would be annoying having to endure Mei’s laughter at having managed to get caught before she would finally lock pick the handcuffs off and run to her lab to analyze them- but there was just.. something that made his body lock up.

He seized up after violently shivering, suddenly becoming aware of the hot breaths against his neck and a hand massaging deep into the small of his back.

“W-what-” he gasped out, a sharp chirp coming out as he tried to squirm away from the touch. The fingers dug deeper as he was still held firmly in place by the arm over his stomach. “What’re you-?”

“Little bird’s so scared, thought you needed help relaxing.” The gruff voice spoke against his nape, making him tense from the words reverberating through his skin. He felt himself tremble for a moment, nervous little chirps escaping him.

“It’s obvious he’s not a real bird, Eraserhead, we can see the hinges when we’re this close to him.” The detective chided as his eyes never left the road. A small, immature part of him pouted at the fact he wasn’t being watched despite all the sounds he was (involuntarily) making.

He tried to move further away from the touch before he froze suddenly as a knot in his back was bullied roughly, his body slumping forward slightly as a loud groan left his mouth sounding more like a troubled warble.

“How can you say that when he sings so pretty?” Lips smirked as the hand continued to meanly rub the last of the tension out.

The other man hummed considerately before he spent a brisk moment to turn his head just slightly to look at him better out of the corner of his eye, reaching out a warm hand to squeeze his lax knee while they were paused at a red light.. The sudden touch made him jerk slightly, but the hand firmly stayed in place. “Would be a much better use of our time to get a name out of you, Mockingbird.”

 

Warmth spread through his body from both men’s touch, his brain muddled and having difficulty deciding if he wanted to squirm away from or towards the warm touches. The older men were trying to talk to him as they kept their hands on him, but he just blinked blearily behind his reflective goggles.

He turned his head to look at the man driving and tilted it to the side as he traced the shape of his jawline with his eyes. The man was keeping his eyes on the road despite the firm, grounding hold he had on his leg. His lips were still moving, a smooth voice soothing over his weary bones.

“Just tell us your name, sweet thing,” the gravelly voice crooned next to his ear- the full body shiver that erupted from him mad his wings shake and feathers clink together melodically like the gentle hum of a swaying wind chime.

“M-Mi-” Izuku watched as the detective’s right eye twitch lightly and bit his lip nervously, running through his mind quickly for how to plausibly omit the truth after that syllable. “-kumo. Y-you can call me Mikumo.”

The usually composed man growled, gripping his knee and the steering wheel tighter as he glared at the road ahead. “Mockingbird. We both know what my quirk is, can’t you just tell the truth for once?” He grit out, not relenting in his hold despite the pained trills escaping from Izuku’s voice changer.

He bristled at the demand, snapping slightly as he hissed out to the man. “It’s not as if you would tell me anything about yourself, Detective! Don’t you understand the position I’m in?” He shouted, his chest heaving slightly from the indignant anger suddenly coursing through his body.

The man’s eyebrows were furrowed tightly and his eyes were steely, not even glancing back at Izuku despite them idling at another red light. The fight quickly left him at the lack of a response, feeling unnerved and starting to squirm once again in the hero’s lap.

“Detective, I-”

“Naomasa. Will you do me a favor and say my name, Mockingbird?” The detective said heavily, hesitantly, unsure if he would get the response he was asking for.

Izuku sucked in a gasp, the sound coming out high-pitched and flute-like through his mask. He knew the detective’s name, of course he did- he did extensive research before he had finally made the decision to start patrolling in Musutafu despite the higher chances of his place of residence being discovered. It was because Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa, True Man, was a good man who did good work.

The young man swallowed thickly, his eyes not moving from Tsukauchi’s- Naomasa’s profile. He tested the weight of the name on his tongue, before he whispered his response. “Okay, N-Naomasa.”

Naomasa’s whole body seemed to immediately relax, the tension in his shoulders melting away and a pleased smile taking the place of his deep frown. The hand gripping Izuku’s knee softened its hold and moved to rub on the inside of his thighs, making him blush and squirm.

 

“Touching display you two,” A voice drawled in a dry, amused tone as arms squeezed around Izuku’s midsection. He squeaked at the hold, wiggling a little bit trying to stop his wings from digging into his back with the suffocating embrace. “I’d also like for our little bird to call me Shouta, can’t you do that for me, pretty?”

Izuku tried to squeak out a reply but he was having a hard time getting air into his lungs. He desperately tried to grab at the underground hero’s baggy to pull on the fabric and alert the man to his dilemma. In his hazy panic though, the claws of his gloves extended and hooked into the fabric, just barely managing to graze the man’s stomach. Instinctually, the man hissed through his teeth despite the way he pressed forward to let the sharp tips dig deeper into his tender skin.

The younger man tensed, withdrawing the claws and trying to gasp out apologies- seeming to forget the reason for his panic in the first place. He almost started to work himself into another panic when the hand on his thigh was removed, instead lifting up and tugging on the ear of the man behind him.

“Aizawa, he can’t breathe.” Naomasa said matter-of-factly, letting go of the man’s earlobe as soon as the hold loosened enough for Izuku to gulp mouthfuls of air. The underground hero grumbled at the detective, electing to nuzzle into Izuku’s neck as his heaving breaths resulted in high pitched trills.

A chaste kiss was pressed to the nape of Izuku’s neck, making him hiccup and still at the press of chapped lips to his skin. The tenderness made him sniffle and press his back more against the man’s chest, curling up slightly as his lip wobbled.

“I’m s-sorry for hurting you, Eraser-” he started to apologize, before feeling a hand grip the front of his throat as teeth lightly scraped at the back of it.

“If you’re sorry, you can call me Shouta.” He crooned smugly, the same arm holding him close to his chest lowering slightly so the hero could massage at the insides of his thigh. “Just be good and I’ll forgive you.”

Izuku whimpered when the hand squeezed his throat, the choked chirp seeming to further encourage the man’s wandering hand. He swallowed hard before shakily whispering out the name “S-Shouta.”

The hero groaned in deep satisfaction, moving his hands quickly to grip Izuku’s waist as he rolled his hips upward. “There we go sweetheart. Can’t wait to make you sing my name.”

Izuku gasped at the hip movement, his eyes rolling upwards feeling the heavy weight of Shouta’s clothed cock pressing hard against him. He hadn’t expected it at all, didn’t think anybody would want to touch him like this- much less either of these two. He bit his lip and looked towards Naomasa, both of his hands back on the wheel. Perhaps he was being presumptuous to think the detective would also want him, but when he thought about that big hand touching the inside of his thighs his whole body shivered and he fluttered his eyes.

When his eyes opened back up, he saw that Naomasa was looking at him with such warm eyes that Izuku couldn’t help but keen and lean forwards to be touched by the man. He chuckled as he extended a hand to cup his chin, his fingertips just barely grazing Izuku’s bobbing Adam’s apple.

“Poor Mockingbird, I bet you want us to touch you more, don’t you?” Izuku melted into the touch, wishing he could unclasp the mask just a little to allow the man to caress his cheek in that same, loving manner. He nodded lazily to the question, the wings flapping slightly.

“Use your words, pretty,” Shouta kissed along his neck as he ground more against the man in his lap. “Just tell us what you want and we’ll give it to you.”

Izuku cringed at the idea of verbalizing his wants, embarrassed imagining the words that would spill out of his mouth. “N-no, I can’t-” he started to whine but stopped, watching the detective’s expression lose its softness as both eyes twitched.

“Aizawa, open the glove compartment. There’s some petroleum jelly for first aid.” He huffed before withdrawing his hand and pressing the gas as he had been idling at a green light. He seemed to be able to tell that Izuku was about to protest because he cut back in with a cold “if you can’t decide, we’ll decide for you.”

Izuku’s mouth dried up at the tone, but he kept his eyes on the detective’s face as he nodded again- shakier this time.

Shouta grinned viciously against Izuku’s shoulder at the granted permission. He rolled his hips one more time before bending the smaller man over so he could reach into the glove compartment. He hummed against Izuku’s neck as he pulled out the tube of petroleum jelly and some alcohol prep pads. Little wobbling chirps came out as he whimpered and squirmed from anticipation, watching the calloused hands rifle through before closing it once more.

 

Izuku twitched nervously when he watched the hand shoot out and press a button on the console. Naomasa cursed immediately and smacked Shouta’s hand away, his eyes rapidly looking around the car’s interior before glaring at the hero fiercely.

“Are you serious?” The detective hissed angrily, and Izuku twitched away at the tone. He paused to flick his eyes at the slight tremble in his hand before returning to glare at the hero. “The footage is put into a cloud, I can’t just erase this afterwards!”

Shouta paid no attention to the man’s scolding tone, already having ripped open the small foil pack and started to clean under his fingernails. Even when the detective threw a hand out to yank on Eraserhead’s hair for a response, the underground hero simply ignored him. After watching him carelessly discard the wipe on the floor without a word, Naomasa huffed loudly and gave up on trying to get the man to feel any remorse for his actions.

Izuku wanted to laugh at their antics or confirm what he suspected that button did, but he couldn’t help but just stare down breathlessly at how the man was so meticulous in cleaning his hands. His wings kept trying to fan out to give him space to breathe, but the taller man simply leaned closer to close the space between them. He nervously bit down on his lip when he watched the crumpled foil fall to the car floor, the hands in front of him retreating out of his vision.

Izuku squirmed as soon as firm hands grabbed at his hips, lifting him off of Shouta’s lap and maneuvering him into lying prone across the center console. He tried to move his head away from its new spot near Naomasa’s lap, but a large hand balanced itself on the top of his head to still his movements. He opened his mouth to apologize or say something to address the oddness of the situation, but he squeaked loudly as his pants and underwear were roughly tugged down.

“Pretty,” Shouta whispered reverently, spreading Izuku’s cheeks apart to get a look at his twitching hole.

“I-I’m not-” Izuku started to protest before letting out a strangled moan when a calloused hand smacked across his ass. He flinched away from the roughness and pressed his head deeper into Naomasa’s lap, a sharp trill muffled by the fabric.

“And you’re even prettier all red for me,” Shouta cooed, pressing a thumb into the meat of Izuku’s asscheek and grinning sharply while he watched the younger man squirm from the touch.

Izuku couldn’t hear anything the man was saying- only able to listen to the blood rushing through his ears, to feel the blood rush to his face over how exposed he was, to-

The sound of a cap clicking open made Izuku’s racing thoughts come to a halt. He squeezed his legs together despite the little amused tsk that came from the underground hero, hiding his face more in Naomasa’s lap. A quiet groan above him made him try to turn his head to look at the detective, except he paused at the bulge right in front of his eyes.

He opened his mouth to say something to the man driving, before his body jerked at the press of a finger against his hole. It rubbed the petroleum jelly around his rim in circles, the thick substance smoothing the rough texture of the finger and making his entrance slippery with the excess. He keened and tried to move away from the touch but the hero pressed a knee up into Izuku’s stomach and tucked his legs together under a muscled arm to hold him down.

 

“Just be good,” Shouta growled as he tightened his hold. He lifted his knee higher to elevate Izuku’s bottom half more, allowing him to lean over enough to start mouthing over the plump skin. Izuku tensed as he felt teeth scrape lightly across the still throbbing cheeks, but Shouta seemed to not mind it as long as he stayed in place.

The finger kept up its motion of rubbing at his hole, and Izuku started to slowly relax his body as the sensation stayed the same. Shouta whispered praises into his skin, kissing his cheeks and massaging his sides. The tenderness made him let out a shaky breath and sink his weight heavier into both men’s laps.

Izuku wiggled only a little bit as the swipes continued, his legs trembling lightly in aftershocks of sensation. He tried to shift his attention away by trying to turn his head to look up at Naomasa, but the man’s hand was making that difficult. He huffed and pushed against it, trying to indicate to the man that he wanted to be let up.

“Come on, can’t you just be good, Mockingbird?” Naomasa asked gruffly down to the back of Izuku’s head, his large fingers carding through his locks.

Izuku whined and instinctually shook his head a bit wanting to rebuke the embarrassing question, pausing at the fingers gripping his hair tighter. He shuddered and swallowed thickly as he kept his head in the man’s lap.

“I-I’ll be good,” He whispered out with shameful tears pricking his eyes, too preoccupied with his emotions to notice the twitch of the dick pressed to the side of his mask.

Shouta hummed behind him, a mischievous hint to it. Izuku squealed when he felt the man’s teeth sink into the flesh of his cheek just as the finger was finally able to sink into him. It wasn’t deep, only to the first knuckle, but he squeezed around the foreign intrusion as if trying to push it back out. The finger stubbornly stayed in place as teeth simply bit harder in response.

He squirmed uncontrollably in Shouta’s hold, whimpering as he struggled to take it and be good. It took a few short moments to realize his movement is what was making the sensation so much more intense than it needed to be. He forced himself to stay still and take deep breaths, trying to keep his mind occupied from the finger inside of him.

Gradually, Izuku was able to relax enough that it no longer felt so intrusive. He realized that teeth were no longer embedded in his asscheek, a tongue taking care to lick into the indents as the finger kept him feeling full.

He let out a little noise as the finger slowly moved out, having difficulty figuring out his feelings about it being inside him in the first place. The man above him huffed a little laugh before pressing lips against his skin as a way to comfort him. It helped minutely, something in Izuku settling a bit more after the sweet touch.

When he felt a finger rubbing at his rim, he felt more prepared for it this time- raising his ass a little higher and cringing as he could feel that his asshole puckered to better accept the finger again. A smirk was pressed against his skin as the finger pressed back inside, more insistent to get just that bit deeper this time.

Izuku could already tell he was going to be lucky to be able to walk straight later as Shouta’s finger kept trying to shove itself in to the second knuckle, making him unable to stop himself from panting and wiggling his hips. His cheeks were warm as he heard his mask continue to translate his sounds into birdsong, but he couldn’t help letting out punched out little noises as the hero kept trying to bully his finger deep inside of him.

 

“Eraserhead.” The voice above Izuku’s head was chiding, as if talking to a misbehaving child. “Just put some more on your finger.”

The hero hummed as if he was considering the order, his finger still moving and trying to loosen up Izuku’s insides. He squirmed at the touch, his brain warring with whether or not he could survive the embarrassment of pleading for more of the makeshift lubricant.

“You think this little tease deserves for us to be nice? I’m sure he loves the pain.” Shouta grinned with a manic edge as he bumped against something inside of Izuku that made him start babbling inanely. Upon hearing him start to spill out words, his grin widened even more and he started to mercilessly rub against that same spot.

“N-no I don’t l-like the pain-” Izuku struggled to gasp out, canting his hips away from the abuse on his prostate. He startled at the sound of Naomasa groaning and the feeling of the dick twitch more insistently against his mask. He tried to question the man but his voice failed to form any words of his choosing, only able to moan and cry out.

“Aizawa,” the detective barked out the name of the underground hero, the warning tone clear in his voice. Shouta grumbled as he eased off of rubbing meanly on Izuku’s sweet spot, petting it one last time before slowly taking the finger out. He sobbed in relief as the waves of pleasure tapered off, shaking in the aftermath.

A hand pet through his hair as he cried and buried his face deeper in Naomasa’s lap, the owner biting back pleased groans at the unintended friction against the thickening bulge. The older man shifted in his seat as he eyed the curve of Izuku’s spine, subtly adjusting himself in his pants before focusing back on the road.

A puff of air was exhaled onto Izuku’s entrance, an amused laughter as the hero spread the young man’s cheeks to look at it closer. Shouta chuckled as Izuku felt his hole pucker slightly, keening in embarrassment knowing the man was watching so intently. He wanted to beg the man to stop looking, but bit his lip knowing he would only earn more rough treatment if he wasn’t behaving enough for them.

“Mmm, I want to eat you alive, baby.” Shouta crooned as he lowered his head enough to press his tongue flatly against Izuku’s hole, smacking his ass hard when he tried moving away from the mouth. He yelped loudly, the stupid mask turning it into a squawk! as he squirmed against the wet sensation. The tongue lapped at him a few times before pulling away, hands grabbing both cheeks to spread it even more.

“Next time though, okay?” He asked warmly, kissing once against the twitching hole before pulling back a bit. Shouta went quiet for a few moments, and Izuku wished he could look back and see what the hero was doing. As his breath calmed just enough to ask, he heard the man collect all the saliva in his mouth and spit it onto the twitching hole.

Izuku let out a choked noise at the wetness, cringing when his puckered hole accepted some of the spit before the rest began to drip down his crack. Naomasa clicked his tongue at the debauched display, moving his hand to Izuku’s tailbone and rubbing the spot there to help him relax. He twitched minutely at the sharp sound of the tube being opened again, but forces himself to relax as he listened to Shouta coat more of the substance on his fingers.

He bit his lip when two fingertips pressed up against his asshole, a small amused huff coming from the man before he pressed his pointer finger back in and rubbed the pad of his middle finger around the rim. He felt like the air got punched out of him as the finger smoothly sunk to the second knuckle, once it was seated inside rubbing against his inner walls to get the muscle to relax more.

Izuku let out a little pleased sigh, ears burning at how the noise sounded but starting to become drawn to the pleasure. It wasn’t.. bad, to enjoy the feeling right? Considering how Shouta happily hummed at the feeling of him relaxing and Naomasa was still rubbing a thumb into the base of his spine comfortingly despite the lewd sounds he was making. He wasn’t- gross then, right?

The thoughts starting to veer into their usual self-loathing were halted by the second finger pressing inside of him, a low moan drawing from his lips as it made its way to sit inside him along the rough pointer finger already pressing along his walls. His eyes rolled up into his head, losing control of his limbs and slumping over into the men’s hold. For a moment, his mind was able to go blank- unable to notice how the gear shift moved so it was no longer digging into his side and the rumbling sounds from the car began to taper off into silence.

 

Aizawa would’ve growled at his Mockingbird trying to escape his hold but he felt too smug seeing him go all boneless from his ministrations, savoring the sight of his sweet little bird cooing and trilling uncontrollably from the pleasure he was giving him. He felt eyes on him though and he rolled his own, uninterested in not being able to see his beloved writhing and grinding into his lap. He lowered his head to press kisses every single one of the freckles marking the skin. Maybe if he snuck his other hand into his pocket, he’d be able to get some pictures-

He let out a low hiss when Tsukauchi grabbed his hair, trying to pull him away from his mission to kiss every inch of his little vigilante that he could reach. Oh, if he could grab that then he’d be able to-

Tsukauchi tugged even harder on Aizawa’s head to make the hero look up into his eyes. His eyes were glaring daggers into him, but the detective paid it no mind. While the man was driving he was content to let Aizawa take the reign on pleasuring the young man, but now that they were parked they would have to share.

Aizawa wanted to snarl at the man, his anger controlling him for a moment and making him push the two fingers in roughly. The sound of his little bird sobbing from the pain soothed his temper, and he looked down at the components making up the vigilante’s mask.

If he could just yank the whole thing off so he could finally get a good look at his vigilante’s face as it twisted in pleasure, he would’ve done it already. Unfortunately, from the times he had been able to observe it while in pursuit it was clear that it was well made and would hurt his little bird too much for it to be worth it. The noises he was making though made it so tempting to just rip it off though, surely his lovely little bird wouldn’t be too mad at him? Couldn’t be that mad when he’s sobbing his eyes out as his ass gets smacked until it’s as red as his sweet blood-

At another tug on his head, Aizawa blinked and looked back at the clasp of the mask. Right. The mask and goggles were secured separately but had no visible locking mechanism despite being skin tight around Mockingbird’s head. The metal plates seemed almost perfectly molded together, but he was able to see small glowing parts that indicated a biometric scanner. Frowning, Aizawa trailed his eyes down to the trembling wings, analyzing the source of it and pocketing the information. The mechanical wings were attached to his back through reinforced slits in his Kevlar-infused long sleeve, clearly using a harness to properly distribute the weight and safely store the engineering components.

He looked to the detective who had a brow raised, clearly anticipating an answer. Aizawa shook his head, trying to move his fingers apart inside Mockingbird and inhaling sharply when he was unable to despite his fingers massaging at his insides the whole time he was determining whether he could remove the mask by force. Fuck he’s so tight, he wants to spend hours stretching out his baby until he’s sobbing, body trembling with layers of dried cum on his stomach-

 

Izuku didn’t know where he was, or what he was feeling, he could only focus on the insistent press of fingers to his insides, Shouta having managed to get two fingers in to the knuckle but unable to spread them apart at all. At this point he was drooling, he was sure of it, the wings on his back twitching from the sensations focused in the lower half of his body. His vision was hazy, but he could hear a gruff voice talking and he tried to focus in on it.

“Fuck, you’re so tight it’s like you’re a virgin,” Shouta grunted as he kept trying to spread his fingers apart to stretch the young man. He seemed content with letting the dirty talk fall off his tongue as he singlemindedly focused on preparing him- but when Izuku stilled, he did the same.

Shouta groaned low and long, a laugh rumbling through his chest as he pressed it against Izuku’s back, starting to speak directly into his ear. “Oh precious, you’re gonna let me be the first in your sweet little virgin hole? Gonna let me ruin you for anyone else?” Shouta sounded giddy as he panted out filthy words into his ear, calloused fingers roughly cramming themselves deeper into his hole.

Izuku cried out at the sensation, tears readily streaming down his cheeks as the taller man meanly pressed and rubbed against his prostate. Black spots dotted his vision as he squirmed pitifully, unable to get much leeway under the weight of a seasoned pro hero on top of him.

“No- I’m not a virgin-” he tried to deny and sobbed out as the fingers in him shoved forward roughly when Naomasa yanked on Shouta’s hair quickly so the hero could watch the detective’s left eye twitch. He received a vicious grin for the confirmation, eyes bright and silently asking their own question. For a moment he hesitated, but his resolve crumbled as Izuku continued to cry out denials into his lap. His dick was hard and straining against the confines of his pants as he breathed out an acquiesce,

Shouta’s eyes dilated, staring down at the hole trying to squeeze his fingers off. He was smiling wide and bent over to kiss at Izuku’s neck. “Aren’t you the best little pet ever, gifting me your first time?” He hummed dreamily, biting hard enough into his neck for blood to come to the surface. He messily slurped at the blood that came out, his sharp smile present against Izuku’s skin the whole time.

Tears collected in the corner of his eyes, the pain of the teeth digging into him blending together with the pleasure of those fingers slamming against his prostate repeatedly. Izuku wished he could rub away the tears leaking from his eyes and the drool dripping down his chin, but there was still an alarm bell ringing in his head that told him to hide his identity at all costs. He couldn’t be turned in to the police, he had spent too long establishing contact and trust with Mei and being able to save people made him feel like he was worth something- if he couldn’t keep being a vigilante he didn’t know what he would do with himself. Didn’t want to admit that he knew exactly what he would do.

 

Izuku must’ve been crying and rambling pathetically, because the men seemed tired of his behavior. He yelped out a shrill chirp when he was yanked back by the chain of his handcuffs, now kneeling over the center console with Eraserhead’s head tucked into the crook of his neck.

“You know my sweet little bird, as much as I love your songs, I really wish I could hear it when I make you scream.” Shouta’s voice growled low into Izuku’s neck, his teeth threatening to leave even more marks on the little skin available to him.

He shivered at the threat, whining as his dick twitched imagining how Shouta would make him scream. Finally able to see Naomasa’s face again, he wanted to curl in on himself at the expression on the older man’s face. He must be so disgusted with how lewd Izuku was, still hard despite the teeth marks littering the expanse of his available skin.

Too deep in his self-loathing, he didn’t notice the man’s gloved hand reaching out to wrap around his throbbing member until he felt the slightly tacky texture of a large hand wrapping around him.

Almost suddenly, Izuku was reminded of how pleasurable contact on his cock felt. His eyes crossed as he started to hurdle over the edge, squeezing the fingers inside him tightly as he jerked into the hold. When that hand let go of him, he sobbed loudly and thrust his hips forward to seek out the sensation once again.

“Now, Mockingbird, you heard Eraserhead. We just want to get that mask off of you so we can hear you better. You can do that, cant you?” Naomasa asked kindly as he started to unbuckle his pants. Izuku whined at his release being cut off, but kept his eyes locked on the detective’s hands as he pulled his cock out from his briefs.

Oh, god, he was big. Izuku clenched around the fingers inside him again, choking out a cry when a different hand smacked hard against his ass three times in quick succession as a response. He could feel the wings attempt to fan out so he could escape the pain, but they were trapped against the warm chest he was caged up against.

He couldn’t help but watch as Naomasa wrapped a hand around himself, swallowing thickly listening to the man groan while he pumped his length a few times. He squirmed as he watched the other gloved hand reach out, twitching when it slid up his cock to scoop up the excessive precum dripping down his length. He keened as he watched the man use his precum to lube up his cock so he had a better glide along it.

Shouta growled behind him, gripping the back of his head and yanking on his hair back from where he was leaning towards the other man. Izuku let out a startled moan, which made the hero grip tighter while grinning against the crook of Izuku’s neck.

“So desperate for cock, aren’t you baby? Wanna choke on his while I stuff you full of mine?” He cooed into his ear before biting an earlobe, tugging it a tiny bit as he nibbled on the meat of it.

Izuku shook his head rapidly, teary nos falling from his lips in shame. Both men groaned low, their hands pausing for just a moment. Shouta quickly returned to moving his fingers inside Izuku’s hole, slowly working on scissoring him open as he massaged at his walls. Naomasa wasn’t as quick to action, but he did grip his cock one more time before letting go.

He chewed at his lip as he watched a bead of precum dripped from his tip, completely enraptured as he watched it drip down the entirety of the man’s length. He licked his lips as he imagined how it would feel to reach his tongue out and just taste it. The member seemed almost too heavy to hold its own gravity, the throbbing prick immediately starting to lean down without any support.

This time, when a gloved hand reached out towards him, Izuku anticipated the touch as he tilted his hips forward. He wiggled excitedly as the hand wrapped around him, but he whimpered when it shifted to only wrap fingers tight around the base of his cock.

Izuku squealed out as the fingers in him started to forcefully spread themselves within his tight cavity, frustrated chirps erupting from his chest as he tried to jerk away from the fingers spreading and gripping him.

“Now, Mockingbird, you should just tell us how we can take that mask off you, don’t you agree?” Naomasa voice was rough as he kept squeezing the base of Izuku’s cock, looking down into his goggles in a facsimile of eye contact.

This must be some sort of divine punishment for everything wrong he’s done in life, right? Having his prostate mercilessly abused with bullying fingers as another hand gripped his cock so tight he was kept from hurtling over the edge of bliss?

“You-” Izuku gasped, the drool dribbling down his chin and making his speech sloppy. “You’ll know my identity though and I c-can’t-”

A rough hand grabbed his chin and pulled his head back far enough he could look into Shouta’s red eyes as black hair floated through the air. Izuku gulped as he watched mesmerized, his insides trembling around the fingers roughly stretching him open.

“Baby you’re mine no matter what. Take that fucking voice modulator off so I can properly hear you cry on my cock.” The hero snarled out, making it clear that he wouldn’t be happy until the younger man complied to his wishes.

 

Izuku let out a heartbroken sob, his chest heaving as he forced himself to respond quickly as to appease the enraged hero. He couldn’t feel or hear how both men moved to comfort him, his head buzzing with shame and disgust. He couldn’t believe he was letting himself give in to the pleasure, to the idea that either of these men cared for him.

“I-It’s a biometric lock,” he forces out between heavy gasps and struggling breaths, “I n-need to touch it with b-both hands- I’m s-sorry-” Izuku tried his best to curl in on himself, pathetically choking and coughing in an attempt to suck in air he didn’t deserve.

He couldn’t hear anything the men were saying, couldn’t feel the hands massaging into his back or curling protectively around his hip. He just tore apart, trembling as he begged, “I c-can be g-good! T-take the handcuffs off, I-I won’t be bad I swear! I’ll take off everything– a-anything you want, please please don’t hate me!”

Were he able to hear past his endless pleads, he would hear the detective curse in front of him as he moved to get the keys from his pocket while he had a guilty look on his face. The hero behind him looked crestfallen at the reaction, struggling between hatred towards himself and hatred towards anybody that ever made his angel feel like he was anything less than perfect and worth admiring.

Hands quickly exchanged a key that was swiftly pushed into the keyholes hidden in the quirk suppressant bracelets, his hands removed from the bindings in record timing. He was still stuck in his head, wings flapping erratically as apologies spilled from his lips. Even as gloved hands massaged at his wrists and a calloused finger rubbed circles into his hip, his coherency dripped out of him like the tears down his cheeks.

Izuku felt as if he were suspended in time, drowning in how hopeless he was. He should’ve known that the men’s patience for him would dry up at some point, that the persona he played as a vigilante would only grate on their nerves over time. It was fun for them, maybe, to be chasing after the vigilante who evaded their every capture attempt previous to that night- but once the thrill of the hunt wore off they found that they didn’t actually care for nor want him.

He knew he wasn’t anything worth looking at, his plain face and body pitiful to look at compared to the amazing physiques of Pro Heroes his age. His expression darkened as he dwelled on that thought, feeling sparks light up across his body matching the starburst scars all over his skin. He wondered if he deserved the markings, if he was even worth the sweat it took to sear his skin with burning hand prints. His existence so vile and disgusting that it was necessary to put him down with the crackle of fireworks hot enough to cook his flesh.

Even if someone were to look past the state of his body, he knew that nobody would like who he was deep inside. He was obsessive, his interest making him zone in on details people had not and would never consider. He analyzed people to the core of their being, his behavior bordering on stalkerish when he wanted to learn more about a quirk- about how it influenced a person’s personality and actions no matter how subliminally. He could never shut up, his mouth running like a motor as he watched every minute movement and tore apart its purpose, the noise like oil to listen to considering the way people shied away from being near him.

 

Izuku just let himself stay there, held up by the two men who were too nice to let go of him despite how disgusting he was. It was truly and utterly pathetic the way he was so happy for their touch, even thought it was bound to go away as their patience continue to wane.

He felt so heavy, laying fully against a broad chest that rumbled out reassurances and pet through his hair. The low, smooth tone of the voice was slowly pulling him out of his fog of self-loathing. He wanted to sob at the kindness, but he seemed to have been completely wrung out of tears and misery.

Without his permission, his breathing started to steady out as hands continued to rub down his back and voices continued to murmur soothingly into his ears. He whined a bit at how warm he felt, wiggling slightly and letting a weak moan escape his lips.

There were still two fingers inside of him, knuckles deep and touching his inside. His eyebrows furrowed when he realized they seemed to be moving in a repeating rhythm, face scrunching up as he tried to focus on it. Over and over: two rubbing motions, two taps, another rubbing motion, then two taps with a pause between them. Once he was able to verify the pattern for himself, he let out a little contented huff as he tried to bury his face deeper in the warmth.

When that warm surface rumbled with quiet laughter, Izuku remembered himself and shot up straight where he was kneeled on the center console between two men that dwarfed him. He opened his mouth to apologize but was quickly cut off by a shooshing noise in his ear and an arm wrapping tight around him.

“You okay now, birdie?” The husky voice behind him asked and he felt shivers wrack up his spine. His mouth fell open again to apologize but a large hand moved from to squeeze his shoulder.

“We’re just asking if you’re okay, we don’t want an apology,” Naomasa reassured him gently before removing the hand. “Think it through, alright?”

Izuku bit at his lip for a moment, counting out seconds in his head as he considered what would be an appropriate amount of time to “consider” the question he was being asked. As he did, he took note of the sensations in his body.

His throat was sore, he winced thinking about how hoarse his voice would sound when he’d have to convince them that he was perfectly fine. The top of his cheeks still felt wet, but he breathed a sigh of relief that Mei’s filtration system worked properly so that he was able to see instead of his vision being drowned by remaining tears. His mouth felt dry too, the moisture in his mouth lost through the tacky drool drying on his chin and his desperate pants for breath outpacing the air filters built into the mask.

Overall, he felt debauched and disgusting.

 

“Mockingbird?”

Izuku froze in terror for a moment, before his roughened voice rushed to respond. “I-I’m alright!” His voice cracked and he quickly cleared his throat, “I’m o-okay, I promise!”

Naomasa looked at him with clear doubt, his concern over stupid, pathetic, useless Izuku visible in the way he hesitated to reach a hand out once more. “Aizawa, I think we should stop-”

Izuku fully panicked, his hands automatically reaching out to grab at the man’s trench coat to keep him close. “No, please! Please- I want- I need you to keep touching me, please please please please please–”

The detective startled at how tightly fists clenched into the fabric of his clothing, looking down at the vigilante shaking like a leaf with distressed chirps beginning to spill rapidly once more. “Okay! We’ll- we’ll keep touching you then. Is that alright with you, Mockingbird?”

The young man cooed in relief, slumping over again and nodding feverishly. He was so glad they weren’t going to just abandon him, that he was still

“If you want us to stop, just nod once and we’ll stop touching you, okay?” Naomasa asked, still sounding uncertain but willing to believe him. Shouta nodded into his neck to confirm his assent, even if the man couldn’t help but squeeze the arm around Izuku tighter and press more against his back despite the metal digging uncomfortably into him.

He shook his head, firmly against the idea of not being as good to the men as they were to him- forgiving his mistakes and still being interested. The chances of anybody wanting Izuku were slim, and that pool of people would evaporate if they witnessed any of the behavior he exhibited in this car.

His arms were shaky, limbs stiff from being forced behind his back for so long, muscle memory kicking in to press the pads of his thumbs to the mask’s biometric reader. It swiftly unlocked and he took it off of his face, hesitating briefly before setting it on the dashboard. He trembled as he reached towards the one on his goggle, kissing freedom goodbye and accepting that once the men had their way with him he would be tossed right into a cell- unlikely to disguise his identity in any meaningful way to avoid their detection.

Just as he was about to press the sensor though, two different hands gently grabbed his wrists and pulled them away. He looked up in confusion, watching as Naomasa pressed a kiss to his palm while he felt Shouta do the same. He shivered at the care, unsure of how to process the fact they didn’t.. want him to reveal his identity? That’s why they asked him, isn’t it?

Naomasa let go of the hand and let it fall to Izuku’s side, then leaned in until their faces were only inches apart. He tried locking eyes with Izuku through the goggles, and the young man grinned a tiny bit at how off-center the gaze was before he parted his lips at a finger caressing the corner of his mouth.

 

“Can you tell me if you’re okay with us continuing to touch you?” He breathed out, and Izuku nodded his head vigorously. The man’s smile tightened just slightly, pulling back a bit and letting his eyes fall to the scarred, chapped lips he was rubbing his thumb against. He visibly swallowed, gaze heavy as he asked again, “Out loud, for me?”

Izuku nodded dumbly for a minute before he remembered himself. He licked his lips, blushing when his tongue swiped against the man’s thumb. He cleared his throat, trying to get his scratchy voice to tell the man whatever he wanted.

“Yes,” his voice cracked over the word and he cringed before pushing on. “I- I want you both to keep touching me, p-please?”

Naomasa left eye twitched and he smiled so warmly at Izuku that he ducked his head in embarrassment. If he were still looking up at the man, he’d have been able to see the glint of satisfaction as his expression darkened just a bit. “Of course, we’ll touch you until you tell us to stop.”

Shouta purred against his back, his fingers spreading wide inside of Izuku before pulling them out. He let out a little hurt sound at the loss of contact, but settled down when he pushed two fingertips back in. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Be a little patient for me, my sweet bird?”

When the fingers left him again, Izuku held back most of the whimper but the men still laughed softly at the bit that escaped. Shouta’s touch no longer lingered as he did- something- behind Izuku. It felt unnerving to not have any touch on him after all this time and he squirmed around. He bit his lip, trying his best to search through his scrambled brain on how to please them- to keep their attention on him somehow.

“Nao-” he coughed, trying to swallow saliva to coat his sore throat, “Naomasa, c-can I.. can I t-touch you?”

The detective stilled for a moment, blinking dumbly at him. “Are you sure?”

Izuku looked down towards Naomasa’s lap, licking his lips as he eyed up the large cock steadily dripping precum. He breathlessly affirmed, “Y-yeah. I want to touch you.”

The dick twitched and the man groaned lowly, nodding his head. “Alright then, you can touch me.”

Izuku tried to turn his head to look at Shouta, silently asking for permission. The man cupped a hand against the back of his head and turned it to look towards Naomasa instead. “Yeah, sweetie, I wanna see you try to wrap your hands around him.” He encouraged warmly as he pushed Izuku’s head lower so the young man was able to get a closer look at the member bobbing lowly in front of him.

He bit his lip, watching closely as Naomasa shifted his underwear downwards so that more of him was on display for Izuku. The young man wet his lips as he let his eyes roam along the length. He.. still was really big, more thick than long but it made sense considering how large the man was in comparison to Izuku’s shorter frame.

But he was still a bit intimidated, having never really seen any penises other than his own. Porn had never appealed to him- the rare occasions he could stomach touching himself he simply shut his eyes and grit his teeth while he pumped himself to completion. He could never allow the pleasurable afterglow to warm his body, disgust quickly taking over him and pushing him to clean his stomach of the cum splattered there.

Looking at Naomasa’s cock throb and drip precum though, he could start to see the appeal. He propped himself up on his elbows and wrapped a tentative hand around the other man’s length. He bit his lip seeing how he couldn’t quite touch his fingertips together, electing to also use his other hand to wrap around what he missed.

The detective let out a low groan as Izuku’s fingers overlapped. He gripped a bit tighter in surprise, a bitten off moan motivated him to start stroking the length up and down. Watching another person’s dick throbbing was.. oddly arousing, all things considered. He never got a look at his own, his stomach always turning whenever he would reach a hand down his pants. But now, watching closely as another twitch made more precum drool from the tip, he wondered if Shouta’s dick was just as pretty as Naomasa’s.

As his hands stroked upwards to collect some of the liquid on his palms, his curiosity got the better of him as his grasp became slicker and his movements quicker. If he just-

 

Izuku’s train of thought was derailed when he felt the cold press of a bottle cap shoved just past his rim. He yelped at the odd intrusion suddenly appearing and then let out a strangled yelp when he felt lube pour directly into his hole. “S-Shouta!”

The hero hummed as the bottle was removed, the quick sounds of messy slurping before the quiet click of a cap snapping shut could be heard. “You’re so sweet, baby,” he growled in satisfaction as he slid two fingers right back inside, the ring finger rubbing around the rim before shoving its way inside too.

Izuku cried out, clenching around the fingers and whining in embarrassment at how it made his hole make a wet squelching noise. He thumped his head down against Naomasa’s leg with a loud keen as the fingers quickly got to spreading apart inside him, aided by the excessive amount of lube in his hole.

He wanted to just take a moment to get used to the fingers insistently stretching his ass apart, to just pant and drool a bit as they pressed in deep inside him- but before he could get lost in the sensation, a hand fisted into his hair and yanked his head into hovering close to Naomasa’s dick still clutched in his hands.

The fingers inside him suddenly stilled and he whined, but the hand in his hair moved him closer to the detective’s lap. “I wanna watch you touch him while I play with your insides, pet. Get to it.” The hero demanded with a slight edge, but still loosening the hold enough to allow him to move as needed.

He swallowed thickly before focusing again on what his fingers were wrapped around, the tip drooling all the while. He didn’t think before he ducked and licked at the tip, smacking his lips together to parse its subtle taste before he dropped his head again to lick all of the liquid that had dripped down the length and onto his fingers. Naomasa stilled at the first touch of his tongue, hips jerking slightly as he groaned in pleasure while it explored more. Shouta smiled wide as he returned to stretching open the sloppy hole.

Izuku hummed after he finished licking up the precum, sliding his hands down towards the base as he eyed the cockhead wet with his saliva. He didn’t mind the taste, and if it just took his mouth to make either of these man happy then he would happily use it however they wanted. There was no reason to hesitate as he moved closer to the tip so he could lap up the precum that came to the surface.

Naomasa was big but it couldn’t be that hard to get the tip in his mouth right? Izuku traced his tongue around the cockhead to gather the courage before he parted his lips and lowered his head onto the man. He let out a little annoyed huff when he couldn’t quite fit the tip in his mouth, stretching his lips a bit wider to allow it easier entry. He let out a little satisfied hum when he was able to lower his head just that bit more to let the leaking cockhead rest inside his mouth. The man groaned louder and threw his head back against the headrest, letting a gloved hand settle into curly hair as the other arm rose to rest over his forehead.

 

“Oh fuck that feels good,” the normally-composed man breathed out, letting his fingers dig into the scalp above his lap.

Izuku’s cheeks blushed listening to the man express his pleasure out loud. He wanted to hear more of it.

He drooled more around the tip and went to move his hands before frowning at how dry they felt. He went to lift his head to wet his palms before a rough hand joined the gloved one in his hair to keep him in place.

“No, sweetie, let me help you out,” Shouta purred before moving his hand to pull at both of Izuku’s. The young man shuffled around so he could keep his head in place while letting the hero have his hand to do whatever he wanted.

Izuku squeaked at the feeling of a tongue pressed against one of his palms, bobbing his head down lightly from surprise and trying to wiggle his hand away. The hero made a shooshing sound into his palm and pointedly rubbed fingertips against his prostate, making electricity shoot up his spine. “Keep going, pretty bird,” he ordered before putting scarred fingers into his mouth and sucking on them.

Naomasa moved his hand to rest underneath Izuku’s chin, tilting the young man’s head up to look into his face. There was a light flush on his face as he looked down at Izuku, licking his lips before rubbing a thumb on the corner of the stretched mouth. “Think you can keep going, baby?”

The slightly rough quality to his voice made Izuku shiver and nod his head, incidentally lowering it just that bit more down the man’s length. He fluttered his eyes as more drool dripped down, and he moved his head down even more. When the cockhead pushed lightly into the entrance of his throat, it spasmed around the tip as he gagged.

The man bucked his hips up slightly, hissing an apology when Izuku gagged more. He sat back down and tried to calm his breathing, tracing his thumb over the stretched lips. “Sorry sorry, you just feel so good.”

Tears sprang to his eyes as he whined around the length, flushing in embarrassment at the praise when he hadn’t even taken much in his mouth. If his mouth wasn’t already occupied, he would have protested at the nice words being said to him. He was a failure, he couldn’t even push past his gag reflex to bring the man the pleasure he deserved.

The detective grabbed hold of his hair and tugged him up, shooshing him gently when he shook his head at the removal attempt. His eyebrows furrowed and he frowned. “Can you be good for me?”

Izuku’s eyes widened and he nodded desperately, lifting his head all the way off to release the cock with a wet pop. He lazily kissed at the tip, looking up and waiting for further instruction.

Before Naomasa could say anything, another wet pop sounded behind Izuku as his hand was released from Shouta’s mouth. He wiggled his fingers to feel how wet with saliva they were, and then squeaked as the hero spit into his other hand. “There we go, wrap your hands around him for me again, can you do that?”

Izuku shivered and nodded, putting one hand on top of the other around the cock wet with his spit. He shifted as he waited for more instruction, letting out a mournful whine when the fingers inside him slid out. He opened his mouth to protest the loss, but snapped it shut when he started to feel skin press against his backside.

Rough hands grabbed hold of his asscheeks, the hero humming as two thumbs dipped in to stretch the hole apart. Izuku keened in embarrassment as he could feel how wide open he was, trying to shift his hips away so he wasn’t so on display.

Shouta tsked at the movement, hands letting go of the cheeks to spank them in quick succession. When Izuku let out a sob of pain, he immediately stopped the assault and rubbed the skin in soothing motions.

“Want me to stop?” His low voice asked sweetly, but clearly teasing as he watched Izuku press against his hands despite the stinging pain. “Cat got your tongue, pretty bird?”

Izuku would rather crawl into a hole and die than to allow himself pleasure but he was just so desperate for the men to touch him that he would say and do anything.

He squirmed at the burning sensation prickling all over the skin of his ass, but he insistently pressed more into those rough hands as he arched his back. “D-don’t stop, please? I-” he whined in embarrassment before continuing, “I want more, p-please.”

Shouta groaned as he pressed his hips forward to rub himself against quickly reddening cheeks. Izuku squeaked at the touch, finally able to get a sense of the man’s length but struggling to not jerk away from the pain.

“Of course baby, I’ll give you more,” he panted as he rut his member against the hole still shiny with lube. The grinding movements helped to wet his entire length in a few moments, the sounds making the dirty talk feel even filthier. “I’ll give you everything baby, just don’t tell me no.”

 

Izuku was so embarrassed at how the man let such nice promises spill out of his mouth so easily, so earnestly. He didn’t really believe it, but.. it did feel nice- to imagine someone devoted to him and his wants. Even if he didn’t deserve that much. Even if he didn’t deserve them acknowledging his existence.

Gloved hands held both sides of his face gently and tilted his head up so he could look into a worried, stern face. “Mockingbird, don’t overthink it.”

Izuku wanted to pout, to shake his head and convince the men that they really didn’t need to be wasting their time on him. But they were determined to convince him so- maybe he would let them try. Even if he knew it wouldn’t work.

“That’s right, baby,” Shouta purred as his hands grabbed at and spread Izuku’s cheeks apart, the hero biting back a moan as he rested his tip against the twitching hole. “Let me help you get all those thoughts out of your pretty little head, hm?”

Izuku shivered and pushed back against him, making the hero laugh low as he watched the puckered entrance try to suck him in. He inched his hips forward so he could watch the young man wiggle his hips so cutely in anticipation.

Naomasa shifted his hips enough to press his still hard cock against Izuku’s face, a reminder for him to pay attention to his other tasks. He nodded dumbly as he licked his lips, stroking his hands up and down from where they had been resting around the older man’s cock. When he tried to move to lick the dripping precum, the detective stopped him with the sides of his mouth quirking up as he shook his head no.

Izuku didn’t even have the chance to question why he was stopped before he yelped loudly at the insistent press of Shouta’s tip against his hole. His entrance fluttered around the member, and a moan was punched out of him as the cockhead slowly pushed into him. Even just the head felt big inside of him, and he squeezed around the odd intrusion struggling to figure out if he wanted it out of him or even deeper.

Shouta tsked quietly but squeezed his still stinging cheeks tighter, a startled groan falling from his lips at the lingering pain. Every touch felt like he was being set on fire, and the heat pooled in his stomach combining with the shame he always felt when experiencing pleasure.

He didn’t know if he liked the way they were treating him- with the detective’s hands and words gentle and sweet. The soreness he felt on his skin from the hero’s hands and mouth rough treatment almost felt like he was earning the niceness. Letting himself get hurt get used by the men seemed like a small price to pay for the privilege of being under them.

Shouta was rolling his hips slowly, inching his way deeper inside of Izuku while low moans spilled from his mouth. The hero was letting praise and dirty words fall from his lips as if it was as easy as breathing, and Izuku shivered as just that little bit more of the cock sunk in. He was a little dizzy at the feeling, realizing that he had no idea how long the man’s member was.

 

Izuku didn’t know if he could think right, but all he could think of is that he wanted to feel all of it inside of him. He tried to ask for Shouta to just go deeper- to just shove it in so he can be full- but his mouth couldn’t form the words, saliva starting to drip past his lips as he struggled to do anything other than whine needily like some bitch in heat.

As another inch was rocked into him, Izuku let out a frustrated groan before he slammed his hips back hard against the man’s pelvis. A scream ripped from his chest as the rest of the length pierced into him, his insides squeezing the dick in a vice grip as it adjusted to being suddenly speared open.

Fingers clawed into the meat of his cheeks as Shouta groaned in pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before they opened back up with a red glow.

“Fuck! I was trying to be nice and gentle, but that’s not what you want, is it baby?” He hissed out in a mean, almost cruel tone as his grip tightened even more.

Izuku hiccuped, tears in his eyes from the forced stretch but shaking his head quickly in response to the question. No he didn’t want niceness, he hadn’t earned it! He whimpered when his head was pressed down into Naomasa’s lap.

“Okay then, wrap your pretty lips back around him and let him fuck that sweet little mouth of yours and I’ll stop being gentle, okay?” Shouta purred as precum painted the slack lips.

Naomasa glared at the hero but only received a smug, toothy grin. He sighed as he looked down at the vigilante lazily mouthing at the cockhead. “Mockingbird?” The detective asked as he tried to turn the young man’s head up. He groaned, partly irritated but mostly turned on at the way Izuku shook his hand off and started to lick along the length.

“Mockingbird.” A large hand roughly grabbed curls before yanking the head up to look at him. His voice was gruff, laced with pleasure he was obviously tamping down. “Tell me that you want it.”

Izuku nodded, still struggling to speak aloud. When the detective only raised an eyebrow at him, he whined high in his throat. He couldn’t manage to form words, too stupid to figure out how to talk when he was so overwhelmed. But if Naomasa wouldn’t use him unless he begged for it then-

“P-please?” His voice cracked as he choked the word out, whimpering when the older man shook his head and kept his grip tight.

“Let’s try this one more time,” Naomasa’s voice was gruff with concealed arousal, but he wanted- needed- his vigilante’s words to ping as true. “Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

“Y-yes!” Izuku cried out, on the verge of sobbing from frustration. He watched with wide eyes as the dick in front of him twitched and released more precum, the man letting out a pleased sigh as his head was moved down enough to press the messy tip against his lips.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out then.” He groaned when Izuku immediately obeyed, and pressed his cockhead to the waiting tongue. “Good boy.”

Izuku shivered at the praise, flushing bright as his insides trembled around Shouta. The hero cursed as his hips jerked to seek out the sensation, fingernails leaving small indents in the skin of his cheeks.

He had an easier time letting the tip into his mouth this time, but he panicked when he felt his teeth lightly scrape the head as it entered. Naomasa didn’t seem to notice or care though, moaning as he slowly dragged Izuku’s head lower.

“Don’t forget to put those hands around him, baby.” Shouta’s voice reminded as he moved his hips back. Izuku whined at the loss, wiggling his hips as if to complain about the broken promise. His yelp only sounded gargled around the length in his mouth when the hips returned to smack against his ass. “Wish I could hear you gag as you deepthroat him, but I know my sweet little bird hasn’t had cock before.”

 

Izuku felt like his blush was reaching to his chest, he just felt so warm all over from the cloyingly sweet voice whispering naughty platitudes at him. He was being overwhelmed on all fronts, it felt like every nerve in his body was being played with- intentionally or not.

Some small part of him imagined if the two men would still be touching him like this if they knew who he was what he was. Would they recoil in disgust and wipe their hands free of him, would they spit and scream at his deceitful nature, would they use their hands to only bring pain devoid of any pleasure?

Izuku let out a little sob as he pushed his hips back and his head down, gagging loudly as the tip pressed at the entrance of his throat again. Naomasa tried to drag him off and control the pace, but he stubbornly stayed still while trying to force his throat to relax.

Shouta spanked him once with an amused little behave to tell him off. Izuku whimpered but let his head be pulled off enough for him to pant heavily, a string of drool connecting to the member soaked in his spit and saliva. He happily went slack when his head was pushed back down, wiggling his hips.

“Poor baby, desperately needed a cock in both your holes to settle down, hm?” The man teased from behind him as hips kept smacking against his ass. He moaned around the dick in his mouth, pride growing in his chest when it twitched and spilled more precum. “I promised to not be nice to you, right sweetheart?”

Izuku hummed in agreement, faintly recalling the way the man had reacted to him slamming his hips down earlier. He nodded his head the best he could with it being held in place to be used.

“Now, baby, I need you to hold still for me.” Shouta crooned softly as he moved off of Izuku’s back, faint sounds of fabric shuffling as he did so. Izuku simply squeezed around him, fluttering his eyelashes as Naomasa’s cock slid slowly against his tongue.

 

Izuku was pulled out of his daze when he felt a blade press against the skin underneath his collar. He stayed perfectly still as the knife- where did it come from?!- sliced through the Kevlar of his shirt, rolling outwards to expose scarred skin with a shallow cut following the path of Shouta’s knife.

Izuku shook as little as he could manage, frozen in shock at the thought that these men would hurt him like everyone else did no, no, they said they wouldn’t. Despite the fear fogging his mind and pleading for him to stay still, his body still jerked at the sensation of a wet tongue tracing the barely present wound. He gasped as the man lapped up the beads of blood slowly emerging from the cut.

“Aizawa.” Naomasa scolded, gripping the hero’s hair tightly and lifting him up so he could inspect Izuku’s back. A large, gentler hand rubbed at the mark while the man reached over Izuku, soon returning to swiftly rub petroleum jelly over it to sooth the not-even-there pain.

“You’re lucky it didn’t leave a scar,” he grumbled from above Izuku, but he was too busy feeling as if though he was going to tear apart at the seams to properly process the words.

Shouta seemed to sense his panic though, as he ducked his head down to pepper kisses all over the exposed skin. “I’m sorry my little bird, you don’t understand yet that I would never want to harm you, hm? You don’t trust me yet, and that’s okay sweetheart.”

The underground hero began to move his hips again- except this time languidly and deep, taking special care to bury himself all the way and luxuriate in the closeness before succumbing to the need for that pleasurable, sweet friction.

He pressed a tender kiss to different sections of Izuku’s newly exposed skin with each thrust, his endless hunger gradually taking over. It started with chaste kisses to his skin, to hickeys being sucked and leaving marks across his back, to teeth sinking into spots painted with sparkles. Izuku’s form couldn’t maintain its tenseness the whole time he was fucked open and bitten all over, his body slowly relaxing and melting to the rough touch. Again, if this is what it took to be acknowledged- he’ll do it.

“I’ll fuck you until you can’t think about whether or not to trust me,” Shouta purred out as he slammed his hips in hard enough to make Izuku see stars.

While Izuku was being marked like he was property, Naomasa kept a firm hand on the back of his head while careful hips moved slowly. His gaze was locked onto the lips wrapped around him, biting back moans as he slid against the lax tongue.

 

Mockingbird’s mouth was absolutely sinful, hot and wet and so eager to take cock. And wasn’t it so sweet how he begged for his mouth to be filled? Drool dripping down his chin and pleading to be put exactly where he belongs- on his knees sucking dick.

Naomasa groaned as he thought about the vigilante sounding on the verge of tears as he agreed to getting his mouth fucked. His hips twitched deeper into the mouth and he bit back the delighted hiss he wanted to release when the vigilante gagged quietly around him.

The wings on his back hardly had any energy to them, lying limp against him aside from the occasional twitching and flapping. A small part of him wondered if Mockingbird would feel if a feather was removed- if he’d be able to keep a memento for the occasion. The hand clutching curls shifted to reach towards the expanse of skin made visible due to Aizawa’s ministrations.

He didn’t think twice of it before he plucked a feather- seemingly connected through magnets, specifically made to connect to its own material, isn’t a particularly heavy metal which explains why the vigilante was able to simulate flight beyond the usual gliding mechanisms and- another moan was dragged out of his mouth when a slick hand continued to stroke the length of his cock unable to occupy the perfect mouth. He let out a pleased hum when the other hand reached lower to tentatively fondle his balls, a wicked grin appearing on his face when the most lovely moan reverberated around his dick.

Mockingbird was just perfect, wasn’t he? Waiting for so long for his captors to show him pleasure from another’s touch, staying virginal just for the two of them to unwrap him like the wonderful present he is. Being so good, so honest with what he wants even when he clearly had a hard time telling the truth.

It’s alright, though. They’ll just have to drown their little vigilante with so much pleasure that his body will tell more truths than his mouth will.

 

Izuku felt so good. The slow, careful slide of a thick cockhead in his mouth trying to push into his throat and pulling back just enough when he started to gag. The heavy weight in his hands dripping precum as he stroked and drooled all over the length. The way it twitched whenever he moaned from a particularly rough thrust in his insides.

Pleasure was pooling in his stomach, and he tensed up as he realized how hard he was. His dick was throbbing, the friction of rubbing down against the center console eased by how much precum he had been leaking this whole time. A pang of- something- washed over him when he thought about taking a hand off of Naomasa to wrap around himself instead, which he quickly categorized as guilt over how selfish he was to even consider it.

Prioritizing his own pleasure over these two men was just cruel, making him little more than the scum he would take down in dark alleyways trying to take advantage of a person in a vulnerable state.

But- the heat in his body was starting to bubble over and his thoughts started to become consumed with the idea of finishing himself off quickly since he was already so close- maybe they wouldn’t notice if he let go for just a minute and went right back to focusing on Naomasa?

With a heavy conscience, Izuku let go with one hand before he shakily snaked it down to reach for his pulsing dick. He really just needed to touch it for just a bit to finish- there was nothing wrong with doing that, right?

Just as the rough texture of his scarred hand happened to brush against the sensitive skin of his member, it was roughly yanked away as a snarl ripped from the hero’s throat.

“Slutty little vigilantes don’t get to touch their cocks,” Shouta snapped out as he grabbed the wrist of Izuku’s wandering hand. “If you want to cum, it’ll only be on my cock.”

Blunt fingernails dug into the twisted arm in warning before he let go to strike Izuku’s ass as punishment. He smiled viciously at the way the hole squeezed him in a vice grip before shoving his way back inside.

 

Naomasa bit out an Aizawa through his teeth as the hand returned to grip him tight and a loud whine around his tip made a shiver shoot up his spine. His grip had loosened enough that the head in his lap was able to lift up enough to release the tip with a soft pop and leave warm stuttering breaths over it.

He stared with blown out eyes when Mockingbird lowered his head to press a wet kiss to the frenulum before letting his tongue guide his path down to his balls. Naomasa sucked in a breath when the vigilante mouthed around it and kept rubbing over his shaft with his hands.

The wings on the smaller man’s back were constantly twitching as he let out little punched moans against the pulsing member. He was mumbling, surely, his mouth constantly moving slowly and lazing as he licked and kissed around the length. Naomasa clenched his fist and forced himself to calm down enough to try and parse out why his left eye was twitching.

“Wish I could fit it all the way in, wanna be good, wanna gag on it..” The vigilante seemed mindless as he kept whispering his inner thoughts, tongue laving over the length and licking up the precum on the tip.

Naomasa didn’t need to restrain himself, clearly, if his vigilante wanted something then he would do his best to help.

 

A large hand fisted and tugged at messy curls until Izuku’s head was forced back so he could look up at the detective. The man’s expression seemed just on the verge of unhinged, a wild look to his eyes as he stared down at Izuku.

“I’m going to fuck your throat, and you’re going to take it like a good boy, right?” His gruff voice shook over the words, chest moving as he let in heavy breaths.

Izuku shivered at the words and couldn’t help the way his hole fluttered around the dick pounding into his insides. A low voice chuckled as the hips slamming against his ass shifted slightly so he started to brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves that made him curl his toes and moan like a whore. He nodded his head, eager to please the detective as thumbs curled into the sides of his mouth and wrenched his lips wide open.

“Can’t wait to make you gag on it,” Naomasa hummed with honey thick sweetness, smoothly pushing his cock in to where it started to press into Izuku’s throat. The previous gentle rocking to get deeper in was replaced with steady hands keeping him in place as he gagged around the large cockhead.

Gentle hushing and hands brushing his hair back settled Izuku just slightly as his body instinctively fought against the foreign intrusion. He wanted to dig fingers into his legs until he broke skin, feeling foolish for having never practiced taking anything even if he never thought anybody would entertain the thought of touching him, much less fucking him.

Naomasa was patient as he slowly fed Izuku more of his cock down his throat, pausing when the gagging noises got too urgent and gently wrapping a hand around his throat to feel as it bulged out more. After some more time of this tedious process, Izuku choked out a little happy nose when his nose finally pressed against the man’s crotch.

“Knew you’d be so pretty choking on his cock.” Shouta purred as he let his hips press against Izuku’s as he grinded pointedly against the younger man’s prostate. His moans only sounded garbled as he drooled around the cock embedded into his throat, the pleased noises becoming frantic when the hero lifted his hips to bend him tightly between the two men.

“Fuck you’re just so precious, your hole keeps wanting to suck me in more even when I’m already buried inside you. Didn’t know my little bird was so cock-hungry,” he commented with an amused air as he pressed his chest flush against Izuku’s back, dropping a light kiss to the wing trying to escape from the trapped quarters.

A calloused hand joined a gloved one in the mess of curls, Shouta’s head tilting up against Izuku’s shoulder as he looked up at Naomasa. He merely lifted an eyebrow and smiled wide like a Cheshire cat, asking for permission he clearly expected to receive. The detective, predictably, let out an exasperated sigh as he nodded his head.

“Alright baby, keep drooling pretty all over his cock,” the hero reminded Izuku with a kiss to the back of his ear as he pulled almost all the way out until only his tip stayed inside the twitching hole. “And I’ll fuck you until you cum all over mine,” he promised with a slam of his hips back home.

 

As if in sync, Naomasa used his grip in Izuku’s hair to move his head in pumping motions like the pistoning of Shouta’s hips slapping against Izuku’s ass. The sensation of two cocks fucking into both ends was immediately overwhelming, Izuku letting out pleased cries as he sobbed and gagged over the intense feelings assaulting his body.

He thrashed out, hands clawing desperately outwards to grip onto something- have some hold on reality as his sanity escaped him. The two men were able to understand what his flailing pleads meant, both sparing a hand for him to clutch at and dig his nails into.

Tears spilled from his eyes as his scrambled brain perked up at the contact, asking if the simple reassurance the men were providing was a sign of care- of love instead of just lust. The idea of the men tolerating his presence was terrifying enough, but the idea of them wanting him around- or- wanting him?

Izuku’s body started to fall apart, clenching around the cock aiming for his prostate every time it punched back in and drooling uncontrollably around the cock stretching his lips wide and pushing its way into his throat. He had a jolt of panic shoot through him when he realized his lungs could only take in so much air when he was so occupied with crying out in pleasure instead of actually trying to breathe through his nose.

He was lightheaded as he started to squeeze and choke uncontrollably, the men pausing at how tense he was- his body snapping ramrod straight as if he was electrocuted. Before they could even consider stopping, Izuku choked out a scream as his dick spurted out thick ropes of cum across the center console and all of it rubbed right onto his stomach when he was pressed down with another thrust.

Both men let out deep moans of pleasure, squeezing each hand they were holding onto as they sought out to have their own release in their perfect vigilante.

A gloved hand pressed Izuku’s head down so he would take his cock to the root, throbbing as he started to flood his mouth with a saltier, thicker version of the precum he had been lapping at earlier like it was his favorite candy. Just as quickly, the hand pulled Izuku’s head completely off of him as his cock finished twitching so some of the cum spilled over the corner of his slack lips.

The young man didn’t even get the chance to suck in a lungful of air before chapped lips descended onto his own, Shouta hungrily licking into his mouth to scoop out the remnants of Naomasa’s spend on his tongue. All the while the hero’s hips were thrusting hard and deep into his hole, uncaring to aim for his prostate when he had already finished himself.

Once he was satisfied with cleaning the insides of Izuku’s mouth, Shouta licked at Izuku’s teeth before pulling back with a rumbling growl. The hero squeezed the hand he was holding tight before wrapping the other around the front of Izuku’s neck, gripping it firmly and pressing lightly into the sides.

Izuku cried out, dizzy from his inability to have taken a proper breath once his head was lifted off of Naomasa’s lap. He wanted to beg for the privilege to breathe, he knew he didn’t deserve it but he was starting to panic from the lack of air in his lungs. Almost impossibly so, he tightened even more around Shouta’s cock as he thrashed around in his hold.

Teeth bared wide as the hero felt the body pressed against him desperately fight to be released, the grin splitting his face as he held back on his release for just a few moments longer. His hips were starting to lose its rhythm, snapping harshly against those beautiful red cheeks sporadically as he grit his teeth. He wanted to push his precious little slut into losing himself completely to pleasure, reach deep into his soul and cum all over his shattered mind.

Dark spots dotted Izuku’s vision, and he tried to fight off the hands trapping his own- he needed to breathe, he was going to pass out, he was going to die-

 

“Cum.” Shouta snarled out as he buried himself to the hilt inside of Izuku, cum filling his sloppy hole and teeth smashing into the meat of his shoulder. When the hand around his neck loosened by the tiniest amount, his vision completely whited out as his body tensed up completely and his cock twitched and let out a pathetic spurt of cum.

A rough cough ripped its way from Izuku’s chest, his body desperately trying to suck in air as he trembled with the pleasure ebbing through his bones. He- he was fine. He was alive, there was nothing to worry about, he didn’t know if he could ever fully trust Eraserhead after this, the phantom sensation of a hand gripping his throat sending shivers down his spine and making him lock up in fear as he breathed faster and faster and-

“Such a good boy, Mockingbird,” Naomasa’s voice wrapped around Izuku and helped him blink back the- the- the aftershocks. The praise seemed so natural rolling off of Naomasa’s tongue, but something felt wrong. Izuku risked a glance up at the man, quickly scanning his face to- to understand what was wrong. The detective’s expression was all satisfied and gooey at the edges, his eyes settled like- like he got what he wanted.

Izuku’s body went cold as Aizawa pulled out of him, the soft cock slipping out followed by a rush of cum dripping out of his hole. He hiccuped when he felt something press against his stretched hole, whimpering weakly when a heavy plug slid in easily and kept him feeling full.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so happy you’re finally mine,” Aizawa hummed as he licked at the blood on his shoulder. He used his spare hand to pull Izuku’s pants back over his hips, the underwear bunching up awkwardly. Almost affectionately, he tapped his ass through the fabric and huffed out a fond laugh watching the way he flinched at how it pressed onto the welts developing on his cheeks.

 

 

He…

He was trapped.

He needed to escape.

He knew that they were supposed to arrive at the Musutafu police precinct, Tsukauchi would only park in the back lot instead of going into the dedicated parking structure. He had memorized every street and alleyway within a 10 block radius of the building just in case he ever needed to get out of a situation just like this.

A small part of his brain laughed at the idea of “a situation just like this”- as if whoring yourself out to the first people to show you an ounce of hardly positive attention was a common occurrence for good, normal, smart people. Shame twisted nastily in the pit of his stomach- he was the worst, he was filthy, he was disgusting. He should’ve never allowed himself to succumb to the promise of pleasure, to the idea that anybody would ever want his wretched, stained soul.

“We should head in now, hm?” A voice- whoever, it didn’t matter- asked lazily as the click of a car door opening rang out in the small space. The sound was as loud as a gunshot in Izuku’s ears, acting like alarm bells chiming inside his mind.

The fear of being discovered shoved its way into the forefront of his brain, demanding that he run away NOW. There was no way to deny the command, no reason to.

Izuku let the claws from his gloves snap out from their hiding place, scratching at the hands gripping his own until they released him with sharp hisses. He scrambled around until he managed to flip himself onto his back, kneeing Aizawa in the stomach and blindly pushing at Tsukauchi’s chest so he could quickly determine which door was open.

Luckily, it was Aizawa who had opened up the passenger seat door. He kicked his legs out, slamming his foot into the hero’s chest so he could manage to push completely away from the man. He needed- he needed to get out and he’d need his mask, he- he managed to clumsily grip it as he threw himself at the car door.

Despite how shaky his limbs felt, he finally managed to stumble his way into falling out of the car, narrowly avoiding slamming his head against the pavement by throwing his arms out in front of him. His head was spinning and he struggled to figure out which direction he was facing, the crisp night air stinging his lungs and making him fiercely shiver.

Izuku trembled as he started to run, tapping rapidly on the mask to secure it in place while also alerting Mei that he needed help now.

As he struggled to pull himself up the wired fence, his brain was too scrambled to consider how he was able to get away with running off from the two men- a trained police detective and a seasoned underground hero.

 

“You treat him like he’s some prey.” Tsukauchi bemused as he took a glove off, scooping some of the cum left on the center console and licking it off of his palm.

Aizawa simply smiled wide at the older man with an unsettlingly large smile, letting all of his sharp canines be on display. “Calling me a predator?”

The detective shook his head, looking bemusedly in the direction that Mockingbird- “Mikumo”, if that was his real name, had run off to. He chuckled imagining his limped run and the vigilante trying to act like he wasn’t plugged up to keep cum from dripping out of his hole or the cum drying at the corners of his lips.

He chuckled, tucking himself back into his pants as he pressed against his stomach to check if the claws managed to get a scratch on him. Shame, there were pink marks but no blood.

“Well, he did look good enough to eat, didn’t he?” Tsukauchi hummed, eyes flicking to Aizawa to analyze the man.

The underground hero looked more lively, although that didn’t say much. His eyes were more alert, the steely edge to his gaze softened with smug satisfaction. His perpetual hunched over stance was rounded back, shoulders a bit more settled with confidence- the arrogance from his years of experience and skill-honing peeking out just that bit more. His hands didn’t twitch and clench nearly as often too, as if he had been able to settle an urge that had been bothering him for awhile.

Tsukauchi quickly let his eyes leave its journey over the man’s figure, clicking his tongue as he smoothly reached over and clicked the button to turn off the CCTV recording of the inside of the car. Instantly, he heard the other man whip his phone out and begin tapping at it aggressively.

“You’ll be asking Nedzu to save copies of the footage for us before he clears it, correct?” He asked nonchalantly, as if he didn’t already know the answer he would get.

Aizawa’s tongue licked over his teeth as he grinned, fingers flying across his phone screen.

“Already on it.”

Notes:

I spent a lot of time researching things for this work that you might not have even noticed. It's okay though, just know that I suffered for your pleasure. Also, I spent about six hours overall writing notes about anal fingering because I hate when people have magically stretchy holes– absolutely not. I would rather agonize for days writing about Izuku being fingered open for 3k words than for him to be a virgin with a magic asshole ready for two dicks.
Sorry, that was a bit of a tangent.
^ I wrote this a week ago. I was a fool for thinking that was the least of my problems.
I really enjoyed working on this, no matter how much I complained throughout the whole process. I hope you enjoyed reading it!

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of CTV