Izuku felt suffocated in this hot darkness. His eyes were covered with handkerchief and his hands and legs were tightly tied. The worst part is how his mouth was tightly shut by a muzzle. He was sure that he is kidnapped.

Despair engulfed him, what is happening?

Why would someone do this?

This is insane!

He tried to move but no matter what, he cant. He can't see, he can't speak, he can't move. Its his first time feeling this. Fear had overwhelmed him. What would they do to him? Why would they choose him?

After sometime, he heard a car door opening. He was lifted on the air and Izuku tried to wiggle free. But it was useless, the grip of the person only tightened making him wince in pain.

After sometime he is tired, he calmed down for a bit when he is thrown into something soft, a bed.

"Well, well...if it isn't my cute man"

This voice...it can't be.

"You already knew me right? Base on my voice, you already knew me"

No way. But he is gentle and kind. How could Seine like him do this?

He felt the bed sink, means someone had joined him in. Suddenly the light blinded him. "Hello, Izuku" his eyes lingered on the handsome face of his publisher. Spiky black hair and eyes with his usual red tuxedo. "I know your scared, that's the face that I mostly like seeing..." Max climbed on top of him, "it aroused me so much"

Izuku tried to back away in fear. Tears brimming on his eyes. He hit the head rest of the bed, "Don't be scared Izuku, I will never hurt you. Instead I'll make you feel great pleasure" Max said before pulling him back below him. He used his hand to pin down the struggling writer's tied hands above him and locked his knees on Izuku's tied feet. Max observed him once again, looking up and down on his kidnapped possession.

He leaned and kissed the writer's muzzle. "You look like a virgin but with two boyfriends means that you are tasted for several times already...your one naughty writer, Izuku" Max whispered before nipping on his ear. Izuku can't control his own body, he whimpered silently and started to he tremble in disgust.

The fact that someone else is you touching his body made him want to throw up. He wanted to scream stop. He wanted to call for help, but he can't.

Max trailed his lips over his delicate neck leaving hickeys as he moved lower. Izuku shivered when Max pushed his free hand inside his shirt. "Your so cute and small, like a shy and delicate flower" he whispered. His hand caressed his frail body, tracing and poking.

This time, Izuku started to cry. Tears fell freely down his cheeks. Upon seeing this, Max had hit his maximum point. He can't take it anymore. He pulled the writer's pants down, getting a wild struggle from Izuku. "This is going to be fun"

...

I'm sorry!

Please don't kill me!