Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Winner of the Term 3e Fic Poll! The winning theme was 'Adult!Bakugo groping MS!Deku on the train (noncon)' which, as always, turned into a lot more! Perhaps predictably, this was a lot of fun to write <3 It also got kind of long XD

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Since it was so late at night, the train was practically empty. There were only three other people in the car – all of them huddled together in at the far end, their backs turned to Izuku. Even if they were to turn around, they wouldn’t be able to see him. The security guard’s significantly larger frame not only kept him pinned against the train wall but completely hid him from view. Trembling violently, his hands clasped over his mouth to muffle the embarrassing, mortifying sounds that were bubbling up his throat, Izuku’s wide eyed stare gawked down at the state of himself. His small, plump cock was out in the open, currently held in the large, calloused hand of the security guard. Languidly stroking him, a smirk on his flushed face, the security guard’s other hand was at Izuku’s butt. A calloused finger, drenched with saliva, playfully swirled around his hole. Precum leaked in a steady rate of his cock, soaking the security guard’s hand. Hateful, shameful pleasure coursed through his nerves. Every swipe of his finger, every stroke of his hand fanned the flames burning in the pit of his belly. Izuku wanted to scream, to get the attention of the other passengers but the thought of them seeing him like this…he couldn’t stand the thought of them being witness to how pathetic he was. 

This…this shouldn’t feel so good! He shouldn’t be enjoying this! How could he get this turned on when he was being molested by some stranger?! The security guard’s thumb brushed firmly over the slit. Izuku shuddered, his fingernails digging into his cheek as he struggled to hold back a loud moan. A low, husky chuckle pierced through the fog clinging to his mind. Horrified, nauseous shame bubbled in his belly. Why-? Why did it feel so good-? He didn’t want this-! He didn’t want it-! He didn’t want to be touched like this-! It was disgusting-! So why…why did it feel so good? Hot breath brushed over his skin as the security guard leaned down to bring his mouth close to Izuku’s ear. He dragged his tongue along the shell, making him shiver. 

“Don’t get the wrong idea about me.” The security guard murmured, “I don’t usually go for kids but you’ve got the kind of face that I can’t resist. Innocent, gullible…pathetic,” He nipped at his ear, “it makes me want to mess you up.”

“Sto-!” Izuku whimpered from behind his hands. 

The security guard chuckled. Moving back just enough so that he could look down into Izuku’s gaze, he forcibly shoved his large, thick finger inside him. Every muscle in Izuku’s body tensed up. His eyes bulged. A screeching blast of scalding pleasure raced up his spine, slamming into his mind with enough power to make his legs go watery. Grinning widely, his bright red eyes blazing with lust, the security guard rapidly thrust his finger in and out of his hole. The calloused pad rubbed against his over-sensitive insides, sending out shockwaves of tingling pleasure. If there was some pain and discomfort from being so suddenly penetrated, none of it could get through the devastating ecstasy. Within a couple of thrusts, the security guard pushed in another finger, stretching him open even further. There was the briefest pang of pain as his hole was forced open – one that he scrambled to catch hold of in a desperate attempt to combatant this overwhelming pleasure – but it quickly fading, leaving him at the mercy of this heat, this raw, aching need. 

“Saying ‘stop’, ‘don’t’ while you’re making a face like that.” The security guard rasped, “It only makes me want to mess you up even more.” 

Izuku trembled, tears coursing down his burning cheeks. It was starting to become hard to think straight. The panic, the horror and shame were still there but were quickly being buried underneath the pleasure. Sobbing miserably, he turned away, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. The security guard laughed again – a low, rumbling sound that filled up Izuku’s head. He leaned back, pulling his fingers out of Izuku’s twitching hole. His other hand left his cock as well. For one brief moment, Izuku was hopeful that maybe this was as far as he was going to take it – he was already degraded and humiliated, there was no need to go any further, right? It was a stupid, childish hope – one that was brutally dashed when the security guard grabbed his arm, roughly spun him around and shoved him up against the wall. One large hand landed in the middle of his back, easily keeping him pinned. The other wrenched down his pants, exposing his butt. A cold jolt wracked Izuku’s already trembling body. His eyes widened even further. Twisting his head around, he gawked up at the security guard in horrified terror. All he needed to see was that smirk and blazing red eyes to know. Izuku sobbed, fruitlessly struggling underneath the security guard’s pressure. No that-! Anything but that-! 

Something very hard and very hot pressed to his drenched entrance. Ice coated his muscle, leaving him immobile. A vice grip of horror wrapped around his throat. A bile infused scream rose to the back of his tongue but there was where it stayed, restrained by the terror of what was about to happen to him. The only warning he got was the hard grunt that the security guard let out. There was no time to brace himself. The security guard rammed his hips forward, wrenching Izuku’s hips back at the same time. His cock speared deep inside him, forcibly spreading him open. His butt smooshed against his pubic bone. All the breath was shoved out of his lungs with that one hard thrust. Heat pierced into his belly. Big-! Too big-! The security guard’s penis was too big-! He could feel the tip grinding against the bottom of his stomach! He was stretched to his breaking point, stuffed too intensely full! Every inch of his insides were being rubbed and grinded against, creating a pleasure that was a million times more powerful that came from just his finger. 

Despite being forcibly impaled on that massive cock, there was still no pain. All that he could feel was that devastating pleasure. It tore through him, crushing the panic, the terror – leaving only an insistent shame at his traitorous body acting this way. Izuku gasped and panted, hands braced against the smooth, cold wall. He…he hated this-! He hated it-! He didn’t want to feel this good when he was being raped-! He didn’t want having some stranger’s cock inside him to make him feel this good-! Why-?! Why was he reacting like this?! What was wrong with him?! Why?! Why?! He didn’t want this! He didn’t want it! The security guard let out a long, shuddering breath. His large hands curled tightly around Izuku’s quivering hips. He pushed in even closer, pressing Izuku firmly to the train wall. His erect, aching, weeping cock smooshed against the smooth metal, yet the cold did nothing to dissuade the terrible heat. 

“Fuck…” The security guard panted sharply, “So tight! Feels so good inside you…you’re squeezing me so much…you want me to cum inside of you that badly?”

“No-!” Izuku choked out weakly. “Please stop-! Please-!”

The security guard shivered, the heated haze in his bright red eyes growing more pronounced, “I told you, didn’t I? Protesting like that when it’s so obvious that you’re feeling good only makes me more excited. You really want me to stop, then make me lose interest. Tell me how much you love my cock, that you love being held down and raped like this, that you purposefully tempted me just so you could walk home with a man’s semen streaming down your thighs. Come on, you want this to stop, don’t you? Then say it.”

Panting raggedly, his head spinning, terrified of this ever growing pleasure, desperate to be free of this, Izuku squeezed his eyes tightly shut, quietly sobbing out, “I-It feels good-! My butt…my butt feels so hot a-a-and tingly! Your…your c-cock is making me feel good-!” He frantically scrambled around inside his head for anything else to say, “M…mess me up even more! I want you…you to mess me up!” Izuku pitifully wiggled his hips, causing the security guard’s cock to grind against his spasming insides, “My butt…my butt wants your cum! I’m…I’m-!”

“Oh? Is that so? Wanting me to cum inside you while I’m raping you makes you a dirty slut, doesn’t it?”

“Yes-!” Izuku gasped, tears streaming down his face. Every word sliced across his tongue, leaving a violently bitter taste in his mouth. Please, let this be over! Let this be enough! “I’m a dirty slut who likes being raped by stranger’s cocks!”

There was silence from the security guard for long enough to give Izuku hope that he had gotten himself a ticket to freedom then, to his horrified dismay, he chuckled – a low, pleased sound that clawed through Izuku’s sputtering mind. Pushing in even closer, squishing Izuku to the cold wall, the security guard began to viciously pump his hips. The majority of his cock remained buried deep inside, stirring him up, messing him up. One of the security guard’s large hands clamped over his mouth, muffling the jagged wail that came rippling up out of his throat. Burning heat enveloped him. He was completely surrounded by the security guard, trapped and squeezed by his body. Every hard slam of his hips caused Izuku’s cock to rub against the smooth wall, which was quickly heating up, becoming slick from his precum. Trembling all over, only kept upright by the security guard’s body, Izuku wailed and sobbed. He…he had done what this monster had told him too! He had said those horrific, humiliating, degrading things so why…why hadn’t he stopped?! Why was his cock even bigger?! 

“You didn’t think I’d really let you go, did you?” The security guard rasped into his ear, his low voice laced with amusement, “You really are pathetic. Getting this turned on, and believing that I’d stop when you’re so unbelievably cute. Come on, have more sense, kid.”

All Izuku could do was whimper in despair. Squeezing his eyes tightly closed, he prayed for it to be over. He got that wish but not in the way he wanted. Shoving deep inside him, the security guard shifted in position just slightly, causing his cock to grind over something inside him that made him see white. Eyes bulging, raising up onto his tip toes, his butt pressing back against the security guard, Izuku came with a muffled wail. Thick ropes of white sprayed all over the train wall. Pleasure – violent, vibrant, overwhelming and addicting – burst out from where the security guard was stuffing him full. He never stopped thrusting, continuing to pound into him, spreading him open, stirring him up, pushing the pleasure higher and higher. Izuku clawed weakly at the security guard’s arm. Too much-! Too much-! He…he couldn’t take much more of this-! Good-! It felt so good-! He…he couldn’t-! He couldn’t-! With a sharp jolt, Izuku froze up. He…he had needed to pee before this nightmare had started. He forgot about how badly he needed to go but as the security guard continued to fuck him, dragging his orgasm out longer and longer, the pressure on his bladder grew too intense. He couldn’t-! If the security guard didn’t stop, he was going to-! 

The security guard wrenched Izuku’s hips back, forcibly impaling him on his length. A screeching bolt of ecstasy ricocheted up his spine. Back arching, eyes rolling back in his head, Izuku choked out a high pitched whine as he came again. A torrent of pee gushed out of his twitching penis, splattering down onto the floor between his feet. The security guard let out a snarling groan, ramming into him so hard, he could feel the thrust all the way in his stomach. Grabbing a handful of Izuku’s plump butt, he chomped down hard on the curve of his shoulder, teeth digging into his sweaty skin, and came. Hot, heavy fluid poured into his overstimulated, abused insides. Izuku whimpered, shivering at the bizarrely incredible sensation of being cum inside of. Tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes. No more…please no more, let this be it. Let this man finally be finished. He…he couldn’t take much more…his head…his head felt so weird. Scared…he was scared at how good this felt! He didn’t want this…he didn’t want it…

Exhaling harshly, the security guard stepped back. His softening cock slipped out of Izuku’s sloppy hole. With nothing to hold him up, Izuku collapsed onto the dirtied floor. Over…was it over? A large, hot hand landed on the top of his head, making him flinch. Broad fingers wove through his sweaty locks, petting him with mocking gentleness. Slowly turning around, Izuku looked up at the security guard. There was a strange, pleased expression on his flushed face. Squatting down, he leaned forward to brush a soft kiss against the back of his neck. He didn’t have the strength or energy to pull away. The contact left the patch of skin tingling. 

“Excuse me?” A voice suddenly spoke up from behind the security guard. It was one of the other passengers, who was peering at the security guard concernedly, “Is everything okay over there?”

“Yeah.” The security guard answered, getting to his feet. Shifting so Izuku was still hidden behind him, he said, “Kid didn’t take his motion sickness medicine like he was told to. He didn’t puke, don’t worry but he’s gonna need a minute.”

“Oh, poor dear. Does he need some water?”

“No, it’s alright. Our stop is coming up. Thank you, though. I appreciate you checking to make sure that he’s okay.”

“Certainly. There are a lot of awful people out there so it’s important for all of us to do our part in making sure that everyone is safe.”

The security guard nodded with a small smile, “You’re right about that. Makes me want to work even harder to keep people safe.”

“We’ll be relying on you, then.” The passenger said with a smile before turning back to her companions, all of whom looked away from the security guard. 

Those bright red eyes swung back around to look at Izuku, who was curled up against the wall. A powerful hand slipped underneath his arm, easily pulling him up off the floor. The security guard got his pants up and unbuttoned, then quickly got himself straightened up as well. Izuku was too dazed to try to pull away. A fresh flush of violent heat poured into his face at the sensation of the security guard’s cum leaking out of his hole to roll down his thighs. His hands twitched, wanting nothing more than to claw away every drop of it. The security guard took Izuku’s hand into his own. With a cold smile, he tugged him over to the doors just as the train was slowing to a stop. When the doors opened, he yanked Izuku out before he could even think about crying out to the other passengers that one of the awful people they’d been talking about was right here. The security guard pulled him through the near empty station. No one paid any attention to them. Everyone was too tired to care about them. 

The security guard dragged him into the men’s bathroom, shoving him into the first open stall. Banging the door closed behind them, he spun Izuku around, pushed him over the toilet and slid a hand underneath his trousers, yanking them down to expose his butt. Izuku let out a weak, fluttering cry but made no attempt to stop him. Trembling, his teeth clenched tightly together, eyes squeezed closed, Izuku braced himself as he waited for the security guard to move in for another round. When instead, the security guard grabbed one of his ass cheeks, spreading him open to expose his cum drenched hole, Izuku opened his eyes and hesitantly looked behind him. Only to find that the security guard had his phone out. There was a flash of bright light as he snapped a pic of Izuku. A cold drop of horror plummeted down into his stomach. Before he had time to fully digest what the security guard had just done, he was spun back around and pushed down onto the toilet. The security guard pulled his pants off all the way, leaving only his socks and shoes. Stepping back, his face flushed red, bright eyes blazing with heat and lust, the security guard brought the phone back up. 

“Lean back and spread your legs.” He ordered in a low rasp. 

Whimpering, his bottom lip trembling, fresh tears coursing down his cheeks, Izuku did as he was told: reclining back on the toilet, his legs spreading to put his hole on prominent display. Being made to pose like this was already bad enough but…Izuku sobbed weakly. Hard…he was getting hard! The beginnings of pleasure bubbled up in his crotch, pressing against the back of his cock. By the time the security guard was snapping another picture, he was fully erect, a pearl of precum clinging to the tip. 

“Look at me.” The security guard demanded. 

Close to vomiting from the shame, Izuku did as he was told, shakily turning his head so he was looking up at the security guard. There was a prominent, unmissable bulge in his crotch area. Izuku trembled in what he sternly told himself was fear when his gaze flickered down that way. The security guard took another picture then, finally, tucked his phone back into his pocket. Bending down, he picked up Izuku’s pants, fished around in his pockets for a moment then pulled out Izuku’s phone. For one horrific moment, Izuku was certain that he was about to call his Mom but, to his relief, he only tapped for a few moments, pulled his phone back out and tapped on that a few times then handed it to him with a wide grin. 

When Izuku glanced at the screen, all the strength left his body. His shoulders slumped. His expression crumpled. His stomach clenched. On the screen was the security guard’s contact info, as well as a name: Bakugo. Sniffling pitifully, Izuku looked up at Bakugo through teary eyelashes. His lips trembled. He wanted to beg, plead for this to be over, for this torment to stop but was terrified of what Bakugo might do if he enticed him with those words. Chuckling low in his throat, Bakugo reached up to curl his broad fingers around Izuku’s jaw. Leaning down, bringing his face close to Izuku’s face, he lingered for a moment staring into his eyes then smashed their lips together in a rough, possessive kiss. His lips immediately began to burn. Izuku whimpered, his hand curling loosely into the front of Bakugo’s shirt. No more…he couldn’t take much more…this kiss, even though it hurt, it…it still felt good…

Pulling back with a harsh exhale, Bakugo growled, “You ignore any call from me, you disobey even my tiniest order, and I’ll plaster those photos everywhere. Your friends, your classmates, your parents will know exactly what kind of face you make when you’re desperate for my cock. You understand, right?”

A numbness washed over him. Panting shallowly, Izuku jerkily nodded. Smiling widely, Bakugo leaned in to kiss him one more time then straightened up, smoothing out the front of his shirt, “You got a name, kid?”

“Izuku…” He mumbled, slumping back onto the toilet. No…no way, this couldn’t be happening. This…this was just a nightmare, right?

“Cute name. Well, Izuku, I’ll be calling you later.” Bakugo pushed open the stall door, offering a snarky grin, “Be careful on your way home. There are a lot of awful people out there.”

With that, he stepped out of the stall, turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Izuku to drown in a suffocating silence. Cum leaked out of his ass. His abhorrently hard cock twitched needily. Shame boiled away in his belly, rising up in his chest as toxic muscles that burned everything they touched. He stayed just like that for what felt like an eternity, only moving when the bathroom door opened and someone walked in. Gasping weakly, Izuku lunged forward to pull the stall door closed. After looking it, he clumsily got to his feet, picking his pants up off the floor. It took a couple tries to get them back on. He was shaking so badly, he could barely hold himself upright. Finally, he got everything in order. Throwing the stall door open, he raced out of the bathroom. Flying through the station, ignoring a yell from one of the attendants not to run inside, Izuku burst out through the doors, into the cold night air. He didn’t stop running until he got home. 

Collapsing in the foyer, his lungs burning, his legs trembling, nauseous and still trembling with that bizarre, horrific desire, Izuku pressed his back to the front door. He could still feel Bakugo’s lips on his…could still feel his cock inside him. There was an intense heat pulsing in the base of his belly. Izuku whimpered, squeezing his knees close to his chest. As much as he wanted to convince himself that it was just a nightmare, those lingering sensations wouldn’t allow him such a comfort. Would Bakugo really post those pictures if he didn’t obey him? There was nothing to indicate that he wouldn’t…which meant he was trapped, given no choice that to do exactly was that bastard ordered. A sob rippled out of his raw, aching throat. Exhaustion swamped him. He could barely find the energy to get up. Somehow managing, he stumbled down the hallway until he reached his room. The moment his body hit the bed, he was out like a light. 

The first of many texts from Bakugo would be waiting for him in the morning, instructing him to jerk off with the morning boner he knew Izuku had. Izuku would tearfully comply, just as he would obediently do everything, every single thing, Bakugo ordered him to do. Regretfully, shamefully at first but as time marched on and Bakugo’s hold on him grew stronger, that shame would fade away, turning steadily into a desperate need to satisfy the man who possessed him.