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The mall is busy that day, and a lot of times Izuku has to dodge people from being bowled over. He puffs out his cheeks in annoyance, he isn't that short! Despite the difficulties he makes it to the comic store. He already has the latest issues of the series he follows, but a friend recently suggested a newer author. He hummed to himself as he browsed the shelf, bending over occasionally to read the titles.
"Did it start with an R or a V?" He straightened out to rack his memory. Maybe he should just call Shinsou and ask him again. Oh, but the other man had worked late last night, he might still be asleep. Maybe Shinsou's boyfriend Denki might know?
Before he could pull his phone out, someone's arm dropped heavily around his shoulders. He squeaked as he was yanked into the side of a much larger, harder body. He shuddered when a dark raspy voice rumbled down at him, "Hey babe, you find what you were looking for?"
Izuku blushed hotly and glanced up at his captor. The man looked cut from marble, with a jaw that
could slice his hand open. His sun-kissed skin and shock of blond hair reminded Izuku of his weakness for blonds. "Umm..." The most beautiful red eyes looked down at him, and he forgot to breathe for a moment. Izuku audibly swallowed. "I-I think you have the wrong--"
That too handsome face ducked down close to his. The store lights glinted off his piercings. His voice dropped to a whisper, "Listen there's a creep a few aisles away that's been trailing you all over this damn mall."
Izuku's eyes blew wide and he tried to turn his head to look but a huge hand came up and held it in place. The man next to him hissed out, "Don't look idiot! You don't want to give him more attention."
Izuku wanted to cry. He'd never been in a situation like this. No one ever paid attention to him usually, he was just a plain-faced nobody. He tried to say something else, but it only came out as a strangled whimper.
"Hey none of that shit now." The blond grumbled, "I ain't gonna leave you to deal with it on your own. I'll walk you to your car and you can go to the police after, okay?"
Izuku nodded quickly, "Yes! Yes please!" The man pulled him closer when he realized how much the Izuku was shaking. "I-I never...I don't know..."
"Call me Kacchan." He smirked and placed a quick kiss to Izuku's cheek. He seemed to enjoy how much redder the smaller man got. 'Kacchan' straightened, and said louder, "We'll check online then for it. Let's head out, can't keep your mom waiting."
"R-right, Kacchan!" The larger man's smile grew, and Izuku felt he'd melt into a puddle. Izuku glanced around the store from the corner of his eye he led the way out. He did spot a man in front of the Shoujos with a medical mask, and gloves. He met Izuku's eye briefly, the gold shade flashing. Izuku pressed himself closer to Kacchan. His savior kept his arm around Izuku as the left the mall. This time the crowds seemed to part just at a glare from the taller man. Izuku was bit jealous about that.
As promised, he made it to his car safely. He grabbed up Kacchan's hands. "Th-thank you so much!"
"Don't mention it. Just stay safe, okay?"
Izuku nodded and gave Kacchan a quick hug. He left the man shocked and ducked into his car. Kacchan was scanning the parking lot, maybe keeping an eye out for the stalker. Izuku mentally mapped out his path to the police station and turned the key. Only for the car to sputter and grind. The engine wouldn't turn over no matter how many times he tried. He startled at the knock on his window.
Kacchan was frowning, "You're gonna flood the damn thing."
"It won't start." He pouted.
"I can hear that." The blond rolled his eyes. "Pop the hood, I'll check it out."
Okay, maybe Izuku should try and get this guy's number. A knight to the rescue, and he knows about cars? Be still his heart.
The blond leaned over the engine, which might have been alien technology as far as Izuku was concerned. The man scoffed, "Well don't you have the shittiest luck."
"Umm," Izuku stepped up next to him and looked over the foreign mechanical components. "Is something wrong with it?"
He pointed toward random things, "That line's busted, something chewed through those wires, and I bet a fucking dollar that you're out of battery fluid."
Izuku paled, yes his car was on the older side. He hoped whatever critter went through the electronics is okay. And he doesn't recall ever adding battery fluid. He didn't even know that was a thing! "Oh no! I-I guess I should call a tow..." The universe pisses in his eye again as his phone is completely dead. He let out a little whine.
Kacchan sighed and ruffled his green curls. "Look, I don't feel right leaving you all out here on your own. How about I give you a lift to the mechanic I know? He could fix this shit up in no time."
"Really?!" He gasped, "I'd hate to make you go to more trouble."
"S'nothing." He dismissed, and nodded off to the side, "I'm parked this way, c'mon."
"Thank you!"
To his shock they approached what looked like an insanely expensive sports car--all black with orange accents. He nervously got in the passenger seat, a single payment on this thing was probably a year's
worth of salary for him!
Kacchan settled easily behind the wheel. He concentrated on the road, but still glanced at Izuku from the corner of his eye. "So you unlucky bastard, got a name?"
"Oh!" Izuku blushed at the attention again and muttered out his name, "It's Izuku."
"Hah?!" Kacchan barked, "Speak up! Did you say 'Deku'?"
"No!" His cheeks puffed up in irritation, and he almost stomped his foot. "It's Izuku!"
"Relax, nerd, I'm just messing with you." He snickered. He glanced sideways at Izuku and winked, "Though 'Deku' sounds cuter." Izuku melted into a flustered mess, unable to form a sentence. A deep throaty chuckle reverberated through the car. "Blushing like a virgin!"
A moment of silence came, and it was comfortable. Izuku tried to remember the roads they were on, but it all started looking unfamiliar. "Hey." Kacchan called out and made him jump. "There's a couple water bottles in the glove box, hand me the open one will ya? You can have one of the sealed ones if you're thirsty."
Izuku did as he was asked, and grabbed one of the small bottles for himself. He was quite thirsty.
He did get momentarily distracted watching Kacchan's throat bob as he swallowed water. Izuku shook himself, hoping the other man didn't notice the rude staring. He cracked open the the water and downed it.
It was starting to rain, and Izuku realized they'd been driving for quite a while, "How far is this mechanic?"
"Not far now, Deku." Kacchan hummed and patted Izuku's leg. He didn't remove it afterwards.
The smaller man frowned, everything was starting to look blurry, and his ears buzzed. "I--I don't..." He slurred out. "don't feel-good."
"S'fine." Kacchan said, his hand gently squeezing Izuku's thigh. "Lay your head back and close your eyes. You'll feel better soon."
"M'kay." He did as he was told. As soon as his eyes closed he fell asleep.
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The smell of leather filled his nose. His body was...rocking? There was a creaking that matched the rhythm of his body.
"Unf, unf shit!"
Was that someone grunting?
"Grr tight! Fuck! Gonna-gonna mess you up, ahn!"
Izuku woke up as his body registered more sensations. His cheek rubbed raw against expensive leather seats. Fingers dug meanly into his hips, yanking him to and fro. His eyes went wide as he realized something was plunging in and out of him. The thing was girthy, long and hot. He felt overstuffed--like one wrong move would split him open. It dragged against his walls and the fat head bumped against something in him that made his eyes fly open, and back arch. "AHN!"
One of those hands immediately entangled in his hair and yanked his head back. The speed of the hips slapping against his ass increased, the angle changed to hit that spot in him directly. "Ah! Ah!"
"Woke up hah?" Kacchan hissed in his ear. "What-what's hap-hap-happening?!" He sobbed out trying to scrabble away. Too much was happened at once. He hurt but pleasure racked through his body with each thrust.
Kacchan chuckled. "Right now? Mmmnf." A hot tongue traced his neck and teeth latched down. He ignored Izuku's cry of pain. "I'm wrecking your ass!"
A sound of a garbled 'why' worked its way out of Izuku's throat.
"Mm so you in the parking lot--fuck you're tight." He smacked Izuku's ass. "You had the nerve to walk by with this! Shit, mnf! Pegged you for a trusting idiot. Oh fuck! Gonna pump you full! You'll be dripping me for a week!"
"N-no!" Izuku cried out.
He got a laugh in response. "No? Don't think you noticed shithead--angh grrr--you don't got a choice!"
Izuku buried his face in his arms sobbing. He'd never been so violated.
" 'sides," Kacchan snickered, panting with effort, sliding a hand around his front to grab onto Izuku's cock. "Seems like you're having fun anyway!"
Izuku couldn't stifle the moan ripped from his throat. Kacchan worked his dick with skill and precision. He whined and wiggled from the overstimulation. That raspy voice in his ear taunted him. "Let's see-shit-see if I can get you off twice before I cum."
He whipped his head back and forth. It wasn't-shouldn't be possible! There was no way he could get off to being raped! But that telltale tightening was starting in his loins. A hot mouth on his neck didn't help.
"AH! NO-AHNF!" He cried out as he spilled into Kacchan's hand.
"Oh fu-uck!" The man's rhythm failed a moment. "Haaah! Little slut! You're squeezing the life outta my cock!"
Then Izuku was being flipped onto his side, his leg yanked up onto a beefy shoulder. The new angle unfortunately had him writhing.
"That's it bitch!" Kacchan growled which came out as a groan. "Fuck! Dance on my cock!"
Izuku tried to push him off, but the giant man didn't budge. Worse, he grabbed up his wrists with a bruising grip.
"Please! Stop!"
The groaning only increased as Kacchan approached his own end. "Fuck! Cum with me shitty Deku, cum!" He commanded. Too sensitive to disobey, his Body responded to the attentions. Kacchan drove hard into Izuku's prostate. "CUM WHORE!" He roared out as his cock pulsated and filled Izuku with warmth. For his part the smaller man screamed out his second release, dissolving into a sobbing mess under his attacker.
Kacchan licked and suckled his skin. Suddenly much more affectionate in the post-coital haze. He slipped down behind Izuku and pulled him in close with those large arms. Half dressed as they were sweat clung uncomfortably to their skin. From what he could tell, the car windows were fogged somewhat, and he could barely see the stars and moon appearing in the darkening sky. They must be outside the city.
Kacchan gave a satisfied hum in Izuku's hair, "Fuck, that's the best lay I'd had in forever. Your ass is so damn perfect!" Izuku wanted to throw up as his hands pet his sides, and lips traced his neck.
"You..." He croaked out, "You raped me."
A snort, "Yeah, and? Deku you really need to learn to not be so trusting."
A burst of anger pushed through him. Izuku tried to elbow the man in the face, but he was easily caught in a steely grip. He was maneuvered so his arms were held up by one of Kacchan's, the blond's other hand wrapped around his throat tightly. "mmm, fuck yeah. I love it when they fight a little."
To Izuku's horror, the dick in him was getting hard again. "No-no please, not again! I won't tell anyone please!"
Kacchan laughed, "Tell everyone, I don't care! No one would fucking believe you. Not even the police!" Izuku made a confused choking noise. His attacker laughed harder, "Oh fuck! This is rich! You really have no fucking clue who I am, do you? Hah!"
Izuku shook his head, too distraught to talk.
"What an idiot!" Around his snickering, he lazily rolled his hips again, Izuku whined. He was still oversensitive and the feel of cum working it's way deeper in him was disgusting. "Here's what usually happens. Little twinks like you, absolutely love the savior act. Fuck--mmm, you're hugging me just right! So trusting, so fucking stupid. It's easy to pump 'em full of cum and dump 'em off.
Ahn--" He was thrusting harder again, Izuku whimpered but it seemed like this time Kacchan didn't care about his pleasure at all. "Women-fuck-women you gotta be worried about brats, so they get their throats slit. Fuck! You just got tighter? Like that huh?"
"NO!" He protested. He was utterly terrified, was he going to be killed too?!
"Yeah you do!" Kacchan laughed, "I do it when I'm fucking 'em. They look like a fucking fish on a hook, writhing around in all that blood...mmmf, fuck-fuck, going stuff you full!"
Unbidden the news articles came to mind. A serial killer, from the past few years, racking up the victim counts. Women with slit throats, left naked in ditches, their uterus or rectums removed. Police suspected it was to cover evidence of assault.
"You-" He gasped out as his body was used as nothing more than an onahole, "the-the Ditch Killer--"
"Fuck! Hate that fucking name!" He bit down hard on Izuku's ear, the smaller man screamed and he felt the blood well out. "I just dump in the ditches, shit you're still so tight for me! Usually-hng-usually twinks can't get me to talk much, but you--fuck Deku I want to live in your ass! Hng-mmf, so good for me!" Kacchan was nearing his end again, and Izuku could only imagine the press of a cold blade against his throat.
"Want-want you to shout my name as you take it! Call out to your Kacchan!" Izuku shook his head, but his hair was yanked viciously, "DO IT! Or I'll spill your guts and fuck those next!" He panted harshly in Izuku's ear.
"Ka-cchan!" He sobbed out in fear.
"Louder slut--fuck!" The car rocked around them in time with the thrusts.
"KACCHAN!" He screamed out.
The blond threw himself forward, burying himself as deep as he could go, "Take it! Take it you fuck! GNNF!"
Izuku cried quietly as the heavy panting of his attacker grated at his ears. How much longer would this go on? The cuddling doesn't last long this time. The watch on Kacchan's wrist beeps, he holds it up and curses. "Fuck, outta time."
Izuku feels separate from his body as his dragged out the car. His pants are pulled back up and buttoned, shirt straighten. He's pushed into the passenger seat, and water's forced past his lips. He wonders if it's drugged too, but he stays awake this time. He's buckled in and the seat of his pants squelches as the remnants of the rape leak out of him.
Kacchan throws himself heavily into the driver seat, satisfied grin on his face. He's talking as they drive, "I'll have your car towed back to your apartment complex--fixed of course, I ain't that much of a jerk."
Izuku's silent, still trying to process what's happened and happening. The streets grow familiar, they pass the mall he doesn't think he'll ever have the stomach to return to. Kacchan pulled up to the curb about a block away from his apartment complex.
"Here, charged it for you." His phone is shoved into his hands. "You better fucking respond if I text you asshole."
Izuku stares numbly at the thing in his hands. He could call the police now right? He should report what happened, tell them he's survived an encounter with the Ditch Killer.
Hard fingers are yanking his chin, and lips seal over his own. A tongue forces it's way in and dances with his, stealing his breath. Kacchan pulls back with a grin. "I had a lot of fucking fun Deku. I'll text you soon, 'kay? Now go get some sleep."
Izuku is forced out of the sports car in a daze. He's not sure how his purchases from the mall made it back into his arms. He knows he's near home, so he stumbles toward it, not giving another glance to the car speeding away.
Once in his apartment, he sits in a boiling shower, scrubbing away the touches. He doesn't bother drying off before collapsing into bed.
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Izuku woke up to the bright morning light of day. Sore and groggy from his nightmares the night before. He wondered what he could have eaten or watched that gave him such intense dreams. He ignored the ache in his hips as he prepped his coffee.
He added his usual copious amounts of sugar and milk, took a sip and sighed blissfully. He stepped out onto his balcony, maybe he'd get a glimpse of those songbirds today. They're nesting nearby somewhere.
He glances out at the city beyond and promptly drops his mug of coffee. It shatters unnoticed at his feet.
There's a new billboard being put up. Harsh red eyes glare down at the neighborhood, as the model in the ad relaxes on a chaise lounge. His body a mass of tight muscles to display some swimwear, but Izuku can't look away from those eyes. They seem to stare straight into his little apartment, right at him, stripping him bare.
It's Kacchan on the billboard. Kacchan the Ditch Killer. Kacchan his rapist. He was Bakugo Katsuki, world famous heir to the Bakugo fashion empire. Billionaire playboy and philanthropist.
Known for his harsh attitude, but also for the charities he champions across the globe. He's a star and hero to many. A god.
He was right. No one would believe Izuku if he said anything.
He startled at his phone, jingling out 'a text is here!' in the actor Toshinori Yagi's voice. He shook, and nearly dropped it several times, as he unlocked the screen.
It was a text from 'Kacchan', it had a location with a date and time, later in the week. Another text quickly followed, 'wear what's in the package you get'.
He could read the implied threat between the lines. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he texted back. 'Ok'