Izuku never thought his life would get this bad, never thought he'd fall as low as he had. Born quirkless, ridiculed by almost everyone-- including his childhood friend-- having tried to throw himself off of a building at said friend's suggestion, only to barely survive the impact down below, and found just before his final breath could be taken, and healed as if he hadn't jumped at all.... But, at the cost of depravity, being made to be a piece of meat to the scum of the underground, dancing on a pole, have videos of him being passed around shared around the dark web. Now that he was finally eighteen, able to see his supposedly red string of fate.... It was frayed, charred, and blackened for as far as he was able to see it, the tell-tale signs that his soulmate was already dead, he knew deep down he wasn't meant to have any happiness in his life. Never meant to know love, what a proper first time should have been, a first kiss....
All because he was too weak to not jump, all because he neber thought he was worth the effort, never thought that he'd live the life he wanted because he was a nobody, not worth anyone's time or energy. Sure, he had his mom, but.... A part of him always thought that she, too, saw him as a burden. His father was never around, and there weren't many careers he could try to get into that would allow him to move out, or at least be productove for his mother. Was the poor woman still alive, after all this time? He had left suicide notes, apologies to everyone he believed he troubled by existing....
He even left a note for Katsuki, too, but left it in a place only the blonde would see. He apologised to him for never being a good enough friend, for not ever knowing whatbhe did to make Katsuki hate him.... Apologised for existing at all. Who knows-- maybe Katsuki burnt it without reading it at all, or if he did, burnt it anyways, not caring at all, even after his attempted suicide.
But.... It's hard to think about all that, when he had to focus on keeping up with his quotas-- keeping his pimp, Overhaul, and his boss happy. At least once a month, he was sent to All for One to be his toy for a night.... And even passed around if he wasn't already bleeding, dying from whatever horrid acts were performed on him. Of course, if he did a good job, pretended well enough that he enjoyed all of it, despite the pain, Overhaul would fix him right up, amd send him back to his room in the club to rest, get ready for the next month's quota. After all.... He 'owed' them this. Owed them his body, owed them the money he'd earn by letting most anyone use him.... Owed them shows that raked in cash from depraved perverts on the dark web that liked young, weak-looking men like himself being plowed and abused by one or more cocks at once, watch him cry ajd sob as he'd be fucked raw, or over and over to the point he'd need Overhaul to put him back together again....
But, there were times he couldn't meet his quotas-- couldn't get enough men to 'play' with him, despite his best efforts.... Sure, he'd have nice, smooth and pale, freckled skin most of the time, but if he ever missed his quota, even by a single dollar.... He was punished. Whipping, being cut and or stabbed and only healed enough not to bleed out and die, or even being burnt, branded and used as an ash tray, all depending on how much he was missing. 'The pain will stop if I try to work harder-- it'll stop because I earned the right to be clear again' he'd been taught, early on. 'Overhaul and All for One love me-- they never leave me in pain for long, because I show them I'm a good boy-- that it was all because no one wanted me enough to buy me for what I needed by the end of the month. I just have to.... Work harder.' Hed always tell himself, even as he cries, a false smile on his face looking at himself in the mirror with hopeless eyes. 'I deserve this for tryong to die-- this is my Hell. Besides.... I'm alone, I'm broken, used, damaged goods.... Even if I had a soulmate.... Would they ever want me? Would they ever want some frail whore? Someone who has never known a day of joy in their life the moment they found out they were a useless, worthless excuse of a human?'
'.... I want to die, but I'll only be dragged back, and be made to wish I stayed dead if I tried and was found again.' Overhaul would make sure of that-- he knows what happened to the others that tried to escape-- how they'd be put in.... In the Blood Rooms, where the most violent clients were able to do Whatever they wanted to the escapees.... Rape them, murder them, mutilate them before doing vile things to their wounds while they drowned in their own blood, begging for death. A good many are thrown away once they've finally broken for good-- their mind finally dying, barely a living vegetable. Or, worse, sold off to be living sex dolls, once their limbs and teeth were removed. That was a fate worse than death.
Lately, he's felt a tug on his string-- the sad, black, frayed thing-- and he didn't know what to make of it. Was he being haunted now? Was his soulmate being prepared to be buried, his string soon to finally snap, finalizing his last failure in life? He couldn't think too hard about that tonight-- he had to get $500 tonight, or else he'll be punished again. And so, he put on his skimpy outfit for the pole, his heels, and makeup-- his eyeshadow, cheap eyeliner to bleed as he chokes on someone's cock later as well as a super shiny gloss on his lips-- and took the stage when it was his turn. If everything went well, he'd get $200 from that-- maybe $300 if he's able to get some of these disgusting bastards to request dances-- then the remaining $300-$200 by letting one or more men-- or even women-- use him for their own pleasure. It shouldn't be too hard.... Shouldnt be too hard!!
.... And yet, there was a deep, cold pit of dread in his empty stomach, and his heart raced hard and fast, and he hadn't even begun his performance yet. Tonight was going to be a long one-- and he hoped, hoped he would end the night in one piece, without punishment scars to start off the new month.
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How was he even supposed to react to this...? A suicide note had been found, filled with goodbyes and apologies. A single line for Bakugou himself, an apology laced with a veiled clue that he picked right up on. It had him bolting on the spot, sprinting to the fenced-in area of forest they played in as children. He didn't stop till he'd reached it, a secluded little spot past the lazily flowing river with the tree bridge. A tiny treehouse they'd made together, hidden in the leaves in such a way that it was hard to see back then and almost impossible to spot now with how overgrown it had gotten. They hadn't been here in years... They hadn't found a body. Maybe he'd just run away from home. Maybe he was hiding here, that's what the hint had meant! He'd given him a way of finding him, should he want to!
While the tree they'd built in was impossible to climb from the ground, the tree next to it was easy, even easier now that he was much taller. The climb was quick and the hop from one tree to the other was even easier. There is was the remains of their now overgrown 'hideout'. "Deku, I swear if you're fucking with everyone, I'll kill you!" He snarled at the little structure. Nothing. "Deku? You in there, nerd?!" He demanded on. Shuffling. So he was in there! Little bastard... Why was he not responding? Was he afraid to? Did he think he brought someone else to their secret place? "Dammit, Deku..." He growled as he finally approached and pushed the barely attached door open. He froze at the same time as the source of the sound did. "Eh...? Civet...?" He murmured only for the creature to suddenly panic and bolt for the half-broken window, tearing the last of it off in its rush. He stared at the now wide-open window for a moment, then around at the dirty, empty space. He was alone. Deku wasn't here.
However, that didn't mean that he hadn't been. He could see clear signs of another person having been here recently, it had to be him! Perhaps another clue had been left here for him to follow. He was going to kill him when he found him... The dirt and dust had been disturbed around the little chest they'd brought here. They used to keep treasures inside there. Kneeling down, he opened it and looked inside. It was dirty, as he'd expected, though not as much as the rest of the little room. Inside were a couple of pretty rocks, shells, and a few feathers, the latter were the only ones he remembered anymore. More notably was a now very dirty All Might figure that he'd thought he'd lost, but it had been touched. Hands and careful fingers had manipulated the poor thing to sit on an otherwise clean envelope.
Pulling out the misplaced toy, the feathers, and the letter, he set all but the last down. Unconsciously, he licked his dry lips as he opened the envelope and pulled out the neatly folded paper inside. Not long after he was falling onto his ass and rereading the words across the page. It took several more readings for him to fold up the sheet in trembling fingers and place it inside the envelope again. He had no idea when the tears had started, but considering the stream down his cheeks and the many dots on his shirt, probably a while ago. Placing the feathers in with the suicide note addressed to him, he stood on shaky legs and picked up the lost All Might figure. He was sure Deku wouldn't have wanted him to be left here by himself. The ever agile teen almost fell out of the tree on his way down, then numbly headed home.
This was my fault...
This thought echoed in his mind time and again for years to come. It drove him viciously forward, spurred inner reflection, and deep running changes to his character. Nothing would stand in his way to becoming the number 1 hero. He needed to do it for both of them. Then in senior year, it happened. April 20th. His 18th birthday had come and as they did time and again for each of them, they had waited till the exact time of his birth, the cutting of the umbilical cord to make him truly his own being. As expected, he watched his hands, waiting for that brilliant red string to manifest. What he hadn't expected was for there to be two.
One whipped out into life dramatically the classic brilliant red they were always told about and the entire class and even some of 3-B instantly knew who one of his soulmates was. Anxious rubies met deeper scarlet, locking eyes with his best friend. His mouth worked, a trembling hand reaching towards the faux redhead even as that sharp smile bloomed. He was already reading his body language, the bastard was already putting it together and a moment later he was being tackled right off the couch and there were over enthusiastic lips pressing to his own. He vaguely registered the cheering around them. A pity it couldn't have been pure happiness, however. Their friends were left to enjoy the remainder of the party without them, the two instead taking their leave to Bakugou's dorm room. For the first time, they made love, though they didn't bond, needing to wait till October for Kirishima to come of age. Then they cried together as he revealed that he had a second string and that it was blackened and frayed. His was one of those unusual people that had more than one soulmate and that second soulmate was dying.
If that weren't bad enough, whoever and wherever they were, they couldn't seem to actually drop dead. Day after day, Bakugou checked his bared and battered thread and it remained, sometimes growing worse and sometimes better, but not snapping and crumbling away. He had to assume that his poor soulmate must have some horrible illness that was taking its sweet time to kill him. A full two months after his strings had appeared, the weakened one finally disintegrated before his eyes, right in the middle of dinner with his friends no less. He'd started sobbing on the spot and the way he clutched his hand to his chest left no question in his friend's minds as to what had just happened. Kirishima was on him in a moment, holding him tight and gently rocking him. But... Then he felt something around his finger again. He looked down and much to his alarm, the string was back to it's old, tattered self! But that was impossible... How could his soulmate have died, then come back to life? Had they been resuscitated perhaps? Needless to say he was still distressed, but his friends didn't know how they could make him feel better.
The first time had been bad enough, but it wasn't the last. Time and again it happened and time and again, it returned. He grew to expect its return, but always stared and counted the terrifying seconds for it to return. He wasn't subtle and concern for his mental health grew. In the end, he agreed to go to therapy and it was concluded that his paranoia over his second soulmate's poor condition was causing hallucinations. He reluctantly accepted the medications prescribed to him. Despite taking them, the sting continued to break, his medication would be upped, then the string would stabilize, his dosage would be lowered again, till the next incident. The cycle continued till it was just his normal, accepting the tragic reality of his second-string always looking ready to snap any moment and then when it does, always coming back. Eijirou's support helped greatly, but it was still a source of stress even into adulthood.
As a surprise to no one, Bakugou broke into the Pro Hero circuit with a bang and started to rocket his way up through the ranks with an almost obsessive determination. Danger was never something that deterred him, much to the anxiety of his poor soulmate, not that Eijirou was much better in that department. Their brilliant red string had dulled some and tended to fluctuate as they got hurt and recovered, something they had to get used to ignoring while on the clock, but at least they had long since Bonded so they knew who it was that was stressed or hurt and could more easily tend to the other's needs.
Once again, Ground Zero was being brought in to assist police with a particularly dangerous case They had been monitoring a club of sorts, very exclusive, and suspected of... Well a lot, to put it lightly. Prostitution, kidnapping, child pornography, snuff films, you name it... The trouble was, several high profile villains had been linked to the place so there it was dangerous to even try to investigate inside. That's where he was expected to help. A carefully put together disguise and false connections later and he was on his way. There was a very unexpected snag, however.
Whereas he'd only occasionally walked in the same direction as his poor, blackened string, the car was consistently moving towards it as he was driven to the address he'd been given.
This continued till he was stepping out of the car and his heart broke when he realized the string lead inside. No... How long had his soulmate been here? Wait. Child pornography. Oh no... He might have been here since before he could even see his string! He had to stay calm. He was here on a mission. He could look out for him at the same time, but he couldn't blow his cover.
Stepping inside once he was given the go-ahead, he looked around looking as bored as could be. Tapping a cigarette out of a new pack, he brought it up to his lips and pressed a fingertip to the end. A sizzle later and he was casually puffing away, reminding himself that he only had to smoke for a little while to sell his disguise further. He was dressed in a white button-up, a couple of buttons undone to show off a necklace with a pendant. He had changed out his piercings for ones he typically didn't wear day to day, though he wore none at all while in costume. He wore loose-fitting slacks and matching black loafers, looking for all the world like the young punk spending Daddy's money. To round off the disguise, he had on a high-quality lace-front white wig, a bit longer than his natural hair. ( i.pinimg.com/originals/31/12/37/311237c10b55ea4a9e5b05b63fe99cf0.png )
He played to the fact that he was new, ordering himself a drink then casually and subtly following his string. Finding a greenette starting to strut towards the pole mounted on the stage. He sat himself down to keep from storming the stage on the spot. It took everything in him not to. Fuck... He looked so much... Like... No. No, it couldn't be. It couldn't!! His mind reminded him that a body was never found all those years ago. But... They were only 14. That... That would mean... He blinked away the sting in his eyes and tried to focus on his cigarette and drink. It helped... He would get him out of here, one way or another. He smiled softly up at the greenette, subtly wrapping the mangled string connecting them around one of his fingers and gently giving it a tug in hopes of quietly getting his attention.
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This as just like any other deadline night for him-- nothing too exciting, no more dread than usual-- he could meet his quota tonight if he was efficient-- but something felt off once he was on that stage. As he slowly sauntered around his pole, hand caressing the smooth, shiny surface, he subtly surveyed the crowd. That was normal to do, for any of the dancers really, to get a sense of the crowd. But.... There were a new set of eyes he noticed quickly, though, it was impossible. The only red pair he ever knew so well didn't hage platinum hair, nor.... Well, Katsuki always had a fairly angular face, but....
But Izuku didn't want to think it was him-- not in a place like this, smiling with a sweetness he's long associated with a false sense of hope and safety. But, when the tug came, he did his best to ignore it as he began his routine-- caressing and grinding his body along the pole to the beat, making sure his focus never landed on anyone in particular for too long.... But that tugging seemed to persist, he arched his body from the pole as he scanned the crowd, looking fir where his dirtied, ruined thread lead....
Only to see it tied and wrapped about the mystery man's finger, making his stomach turn. His gaze didn't last long-- flicking towards an unfortunately familiar set of eyes on him-- well, more like a set of five, as there were fige regulars that would takes turns with him until his body couldn't handle anymore-- be it from being fucked over and over without lube, or being forced to almost suffocate on cocks that made his jaw hurt-- feel as if it may pop out of place again. He shook those thoughts from his mind as he tossed his wildly curly hair around, before climbing his pole to perform a few more acrobatic acts, the finally of which had him slid down, then crawl to the end of his stage, hoping-- pleading internally-- that he'd get a hefty sum of money from this alone.....
Luckily, on one had, he had over $300 already collected, but he saw the terrible quintet gaining on his stage, knowing full well they all ask for the bare minimum from his 'menu' very time they came, somehow making him feel like he lost money somehow despite five men taking turns or gangbanging him without remorse, sometimes beating him, tossing him around.... One time, his neck had snapped, and they'd been banned until they were able to pay Overhaul $1000 each for his troubles.... And yet, after being fixed after a horrifying and terrible situation, he was still punished, even if he had done his best to perform well.
It never felt like enough.... He couldn't even kill himself properly.... And now, now, his soulmate had come, giving him that.... Pitying smile, which almost hurt worse than a look of disgust or horror would have been. He's seen the other dancers discover their soulmates, only for the poor souls to be murdered in front of all of the dancers at an ungodly hour, as a warning and lesson. 'You have no need for soulmates-- we all love you here, so there's no need for them~ now, go back to your rooms....' All but one would be dismissed, that one being the poor soul that watched their soulmate die violently, and be forced to clean it up, only to be dragged away to the Blood Rooms.
.... Izuku was going to have to do everything he can to turn his soulmate away, for his safety, as well as his own sanity. It was bad enough that his thread was a filthy, tattered mess, but for a good while, he used to be able to see a glint of hope near the end of his vision along the decrepit thread. But.... It seems that his own ugly fate had tarnished what was suppoosed to be such a wonderous, pure red.... And despite knowing better, his soulmate had followed it here, only to see his soulmate dance on the pole with far too much skill and grace to be new after becoming legal.... Only to see how hungrily the crowd looked at him, waiting for lapdances, or their turn in his 'play room'.
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It had worked! He'd gotten his attention, but the attention didn't remain. Good. He'd only realized that he shouldn't have drawn attention to himself after he'd done it and thankfully the greenette didn't focus on him longer than anyone else he looked at. Now he just needed to get him to a private place so he could talk to him. Even better, so much time had passed and with his disguise in place, he was sure the other hadn't put together who he was or he definitely would have reacted. Two lucky breaks in a row... He needed to be careful or his luck would definitely run out.
He watched on as he started to dance with a skill that was as impressive as it was concerning. He'd been doing this for a long time... It further hinted that he'd been right, this was where he'd been since they were only fourteen. He could feel the surge of his anger, but he had to keep it at bay. He couldn't risk blowing his cover. There were way too many lives at stake for him to make a stupid mistake. He needed to gather what information he could and get out. He wasn't even sure if he could bring his soulmate with him when he left and that in of itself was killing him!
Those brilliant scarlet eyes flicked over when Izuku seemed to zero in on someone else only to discover a group casually heading his way. No. He couldn't allow that! He couldn't let that happen! Keeping calm on the outside at the very least, he stood, striding up to the stage with a natural sort of confidence. He needed to make sure that everyone that saw him thought he belonged there. Casually be pulled out his wallet, a smirk pulling at his lips as he spoke in a voice that was far deeper than Izuku would remember, but still unnervingly familiar as he slipped a bill much larger than the petty tips he normally got into those sexy little bottoms of his. "Why don't you be a good boy and take me to your room? I'd like to get to know a pretty little slut like you better. Don't worry... I pay better than any of these losers ever could." He promised, keeping his eyes locked with the other and willing him not to give them away.
He wasn't sure how he would pull this off... If he could get Izuku to betray his captors, they would have everything they would need to make their next move. With that said, he had to make sure that his long lost soulmate didn't caught up in that mess. His instincts were screaming at him to claim him right then and there which wasn't helping him think clearly, but this was too important for him to do anything reckless. He had to keep it together if this was to go smoothly.
"Be good for me... I'm better than anyone else here! Let me show you how good it can be. I'll take good care of you... Deku..." His voice grew quieter as he continued to speak, till finally pulling him in close by the collar only to whisper the final word, betraying exactly who he was. He hoped revealing his identity would forced some trust into him, get him to submit like he always had and do as he was told. He raised his voice again, that smirk as confident as ever. "Come on... Be a good boy for me. Show me the way so I can blow your mind. I'm gonna make sure that I'm the ONLY person on your mind." He ordered on, rumbling as he allowed his Dom status to taint his scent, hoping his force of personality alone would make people think twice about approaching them.
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Izuku didn't feel well as his soulmate approached the stage as the quintet gained on him, but he put on a pretty smile, despite his eyes being devoid of light, like a lavish house left abandoned after a series of unfortunate events within. Though, something felt.... Off, about his soulmate, as if he didn't belong there, outside of his connection to the greenette. But, he didn't say anything-- didn't act differently than he normally would, to protect his one glimmer of hope. Though, he was caught off guard by the $100 bill that was casually tucked into his bottoms, his heart racing. Was his soulmate a dirty, awful creature like the rest of the patrons here? And, with that eerily familiar voice requesting his 'time', that question repeated itself in his mind. Maybe he was always meant to he someone's toy, even if it wasn't his soulmate's first.
But, he only needed at least $100 more in order to he in the clear-- to avoid being punished for not making enough. All the same, his smile grew uneasy at being called a 'slut' so easily, his chest hurting terribly at how his soulmate called him such a thing, as if he did all this willingly. It was this, or be used until he was beyond repair, then thrown away into a dirty back street or dingy alleyway. "R-really, you can afford me? You must have deep pockets, or know someone who does....~" He purred out with a tragic sweetness as he sat 'pretty' n the edge of his stage-- on his spread knees, back arched as he leaned forward, keeping balance on his nicely manicured nails.
However, with the Dominant tone speaking his long-lost and terrible (but, sadly missed) nickname, his eyes focused for a tragic little moment, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, only to grow almost duller than before. There was no way this was Kaachan.... He wouldn't want to be associated with him back then-- why would he want to fuck him now, even if Overhaul made sure he and his clients were spotless before 'getting to work'? Kaachan made that so, so clear.... He was probably a hero now, wasn't he? He wouldnt come here unless he had a death wish-- and he knew that his image was so terribly important to him....
Even if he and Kaachan were soulmates, and knew, he'd treat him as if he were dead, and go on with his life. It was probably for the best, after all.... After all, he'd be a useless Sub Omega-- he wouldn't even be able to carry pups.... Overhaul made sure of that. He was nothing but a sex toy now.
When the other insosted Izuku take him to his room, he obeyed-- even without a proper Dom scent to assist, he's been 'trained' o obey paying customers' orders to a T.... Well, as best as he's physically capable of. With a concerning amount of grace, he slid off of the stage, landing on heeled feet, before gently hooking the other's arm like a proper dam would a proper gentleman. "This way.... My room is the biggest-- hard to miss, really. I've been.... Graced to service many a well-known and affluent patron there.... Though, they normally visit early on in the night.... Make sure to grab me before my.... 'Purity' is taken." His tone was sad, wistful despite his lying smile on his lips. "Overhaul makes sure most of us are 'like a virgin' at the start of the night.... You're lucky, having chosen me before someone else did. You'll get to enjoy a virgin body, with the skills of a proper whore~" The sweetness was sickening as he spoke like this-- most of his patrons enjoyed it, though. So why wouldn't his soulmate, if he was here, oh so willing to pay to use him?
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Thankfully, the greenette didn't give him away. He was acting like they'd never met before and though it hurt, it was exactly what he had been hoping for. The broken smile hurt him, but he couldn't afford to let his character slip. He needed to fit in, to be as horrible as anyone else here. There was a reason he'd been personally selected for this mission... "Mm, where I get my cash is none of your fuckin' business, now is it? All ya need to be concerned with is milkin' me for every drop, you'll get your pay. I'm a generous tipper, too, if you're good." He baited, eyes following the other's fluid dismount of the stage, looking like the cat that had caught the canary when the move ended with them arm in arm.
"Such a pretty thing... I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you." He rumbled to him, unhooking his arm only to wrap it possessively around his waist instead. Though the things he was saying were different, there was something familiar about the barbs and arrogance he was displaying. Though he looked different, there were many clues to his identity, but only for Izuku himself. Few knew him as a child and only the greenette was present here. Just a little longer... He had to keep it up a little longer... It hurt, but it would keep them safest for the moment. Neither of them could afford a slip-up.
"Is that so? Hn, you'd better live up to the hype then. If this isn't the best night of my life, I'm gonna be... Disappointed... Ya understand?" He casually threatened, heart-clenching as he forced it to sound so very natural. Wait. "Purity...?" He questioned, his grip on the other's waist tightening involuntarily as the explanation was offered. So their information was good here at least. Overhaul was here and apparently in charge of fixing the 'merchandise'. "Nng... Fuck yes... I was startin' ta worry I wouldn't feel shit, but it sounds like you're gonna be a tight little whore. I shoulda come here sooner..." He mourned wistfully before shooting the greenette another predatory smirk.
"There cameras and or mics in your room? If I wanted people watchin' me make ya scream for me, I woulda fucked ya out on that stage." He really hoped there wouldn't be any or that there was some way they could afford being recorded. If they couldn't avoid it, this was going to make things much harder. Unless... "If you're any good, how much is it gonna cost me ta take ya home with me?" That seemed like too much to hope for, but then again, there were people that stood on street corners and expected to come back to their pimps with money. If he was lucky, Izuku might be allowed to leave with the assumption he would return later. Then again, with how dark things could run here, they might not bother renting anyone outside the premises. He could hope...
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At Katsuki's response to his money question, he did flinch, a soft whine leaving him before he gently, carefully rubbed his cheek-- clearly a thing he's done before to earn back favor after accidentally upsetting a client. "I-I promise that I can make you feel good-- i-if you pay for it, I-I'll do whatever you want!!" He assured, giving him large, round, pleading, but no less dead-looking eyes. A doll only meant to please the paying masses. "I'm good at milking...." He purred, licking his glossed lips suggestive. "I've been told im one of the best, too~" he added, hoping that he wouldn't be abandoned to the quintet, who were still watching him from a safe distance. At least this Dom Alpha was worth his salt in this regard.
When Katsuki let go of his arm, there was a moment of panic in his face, his scent, thinking the other lost interest despite his words, only to relax as he was held possesively about his waist. This left a sour taste in his mouth as the other began to speak, and he couldn't even cry, not on the floor at least, or he'll be punished again. The last time he cried in the floor, he was trying to give a lap dance to a man that had bought the service, only to be pulled away by his hair roughly by a drunk that was too impatient to wait his turn. Even with the footage, showing how he was caught off guard by focusing on his client, he was punished for not being vigilant enough-- willing to try to get a compromise between the two men. Crying was out of the question, even as he became a bit blood shot as he teiednto keep his composure. It didn't help how this man seemed so much like his Kaachan, how rude, hurtful and arrogant he was.... Was the universe punishing him further, telling him he wasn't good enough for the blonde he had, secretly, hoped to be bonded to one day?
Regardless, he couldn't dwell on that right now. If he wanted to work unmarked in the coming month, he had to earn what he needed at the very least with the man holding uim so possessively. Though, that threat sent a large, very difficult to hide burst of fear in his scent, his already pale, freckled skin looking as if his heart had been still for about an hour. Despite his pallor, he tried to lie with a smile again, "I-I assure you, I'm the best at what I do!! All I need is for you to pick out what you want off them menu, th-then I'll be your perfect little toy to play with! A-after all-- I have rather greedy regulars, th-they only go to someone e-else if I'm in heat.... B-because I was rented out." He faltered near the end, but luckily, they were soon at his door, and with a palm scan, a list appeared on the screen, with prices for each option right next to it.
When Katsuki's hand gripped him a bit too firmly as he explained his 'Purity' situation, he almost panicked again-- god, at this rate he's going to be punished for speaking out of turn too often even if he makes well over whatbje needed minimum tonight!! "O-Overhaul almost always comes to f-fix our tightness if.... I-if we have a particularly large partner.... O-or a pair or more shares us at once...." Like the quintet, who were finally out of sight. When asked about the cameras and Mics, he grew a but unsteady again, but answered easily-- "W-we all have cameras, mics, s-studio quality-- but, if you don't want to play with me with others watching, th-there's a fee tonhave them shut off, b-but only for about a half hour at a time...." Be carefully warned, before showing Katauki his 'menu', at the top, showing that having the cameras shut off should be $250 per every half hour. The club wanted to discourage offline play as much as possible, it seemed. But, when Katsuki asked him if it was possible to rent him out, he grew pale again, looking haunted even as he kept a smile on his face, "U-unless you're able to buy me, permanently, I-I can only leave with my current master.... A-and he gets mad if anyone even tried to play with me while I'm in heat...." His voice broke in a few spots, but he pretended those cracks didnt happen. "So.... U-unless you can afford me, o-or can kill me in a way Overhaul can bring me back to punish me again for even allowing someone to think they can have me all to themselves.... Please don't ask for those things." His body began to tremble as he had spoke, clearly exhibiting signs of serious abuse.
"P-please, m-make a selection from my menu-- I-I would love to show you how well I can play with you-- m-make you feel good, sir!"
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He wasn't surprised by the fear response, he'd seen it plenty of times when they were younger. What he hadn't ever seen was how Izuku tried to make up for the offense. Normally he would fly into a panic riddled with excuses and apologies, but this...? This was a very different trained response. He knew he shouldn't be surprised, not given the situation and how he'd already put together at least part of what had happened to the greenette after he went missing. "That's better... Hn. Ya do have good lips for that, don't ya? Can't wait to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock." How many people had done just that? How many nights had he been forced to let someone fuck his throat? How many more forced him to swallow their release...? He needed to stop thinking about that before he started growling more.
Another fear reaction, but the calm that followed told him it was a fear of losing a potential customer or something similar. They must get punished for such things. Unsurprising, but no less upsetting. Shit... He looked about ready to cry! He wanted to reign it in, but he was afraid of catching the wrong kind of attention if he did. He couldn't show any obvious care for the guy or he wouldn't fit in with the typical clientele. A part of him hated that he'd been their first choice for this mission, while another was deeply thankful for having found his long lost soulmate and childhood friend. Even if Izuku decided to hate him when this was all over for all the things he'd done, he would be happy just knowing that Izuku would be safe now.
So he had regulars, but someone called dibs on his heat cycles. Overhaul perhaps? No... Guy had a history of being a germaphobe, he probably didn't touch other people if he could help it. Likely there was someone that outranked even Overhaul that had taken an interest in his soulmate, for whatever reason. He wasn't pleased about the news in general and the thought he would have to compete with other regulars for his time was near as grating, which was telling because he was quite upset about this fact in of itself. He'd get him out of here, one way or another... His attention refocused as he was presented with a digital menu, uncomfortably impressed that they had such advanced systems in place. This couldn't have been cheap which meant that had that much extra cash just laying around.
He looked over the options and his chest felt tight on the spot. Some of the more expensive options allowed for... A lot. Some things he was fairly sure were life-threatening. "$250 per half hour? Fuckin' bullshit..." He grumbled, opening his wallet to count out what he had left. Shit. He could make this work, but he had a feeling he was going to have to dip into his own account the next time he came here. "How much is a pretty little doll like you worth?" He asked as casually as he could, starting to make his selections from the menu itself.
He got himself an hour's worth of time without them being recorded, then pointedly selected things that made sense, but wouldn't actually leave evidence if they were actually done or not. Blowjob, rimming, that sort of thing. He was hesitant to select to have sex with him, but he knew it would stick way too far out if he didn't elect to do that too. Anal was tempting as well, but the lack of evidence might be noticed. "I think I'd like to have my own personal slut to keep my cock warm at night. Might be worth splurging a little for an obedient little doll like you..." He went on, trying to keep from shaking as he counted out the money that would be due only to freeze. Kill him in a way that Overhaul could bring him back... For the first time he was breaking character, looking down at the blackened thread tied around his finger. He hadn't been hallucinating. Each time the thread had snapped and then reformed was exactly what he'd always thought was impossible. He forced himself to recover, keeping his trembling so minimal that it was hard to tell it was happening without touching him.
Once he was sure he'd selected everything and handed over the money requested by the menu, he pocketed his wallet again. "Get your ass movin', I wanna see if you're as good at fuckin' as you are at boastin'." He urged with a growl, the anger real even if it wasn't actually aimed at the poor Sub. He followed him inside, looking around in mild interest right up till the door clicked shut and locked behind them.
The way he dropped character on the spot was jarring at the very least, strong arms wrapping themselves tightly around the greenette and holding him close. "Deku! Fuck, I thought you were dead! I found the fuckin' note you left in our secret base, I thought... You've been here this whole time! I should have come looking for you, I should have followed my string! I'm so sorry! I'm so fuckin' sorry!!" And then he was sobbing, his voice having gone up in pitch a bit now that he wasn't purposely pitching down for his character. He still sounded deeper than Izuku had heard him, but it was at least a little closer. "Fuck... I... I'll get you outta here somehow! I promise! I'll save you... I will! Shit... My soulmate... My Izuchan..."
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At the others approval of his apologetic cheek-rubbing, much like a fear-trained animal, he relaxed, though he did swallow thickly when the other mentioned wrapping his lips about his cock. "I-I've been told I'm the best.... M-most of my regulars like it when they make my eyeliner run...." He laughed nervously, unsure if Katsuki was into that or not. "I-if you want worship, I-I'll happily oblige-- and if you want to fuck my throat for as long as you like, I-I can handle that too.... Th-the only stipulation is to not break my throat, o-or you may get banned from returning until you pay an inconvenience fee...." He warned gently, part of him wondering how large the other was-- if he'd at least taste okay, rather than overly bitter, or.... Worse. The quintet were notorious for being worse.
Regardless of if he had died for good or still ended up here or elsewhere, despite everything Katsuki had done to him when they were little, he could never truly hate him. Trust would come over a difficult amount of time, but that was natural. But, considering just how Hellish his life had been up to now, he'd, sadly, be more than happy for Katsuki's abuse instead, his hateful words, those barely tolerable explosions close to his small frame. Hell-- if Katsuki wanted to use him whenever without a care, he knew damn well the blonde didn't have the stomach for the things Izuku has already suffered through. It was tragic, really, considering the circumstances.
When the other showed displeasure at the price, he tensed a bit, before turning enough to lean up against him, amd gently wrapping his leg partly around Katsuki's. "I-I promise I'm worth it, sir-- so please, don't let the prices turn you away!! I'm worth every cent, m-my master makes sure of that!" He assured, hoping his soulmate wouldn't leave because of how expensive he was. But, he soon relaxed as the man began to make his selections, which were, thankfully, tame on paper, but for all he knew, the other may be rough about it-- make it unpleasant, just because he could, and Izuku would have no say in the matter. Though, when the other asked about his price, he looked around nervously, hoping there weren't any Beaks around, before whispering into his ear, "$420,000." He was worth more than the others, since he was All for One's favorite, and mostly he only little doll to play with. That man was quietly cruel, though, Overhaul was the same-- the man seemed to take pleasure in surgical snuff films he helped produce, and while covered head to toe in proper PPE, he had no problems becoming caked in blood from his victims. AfO was a man that would test Izuku's limits-- try to break him in new ways each time they 'played' together....
Izuku saw how the man seemed to react poorly to how he said Overhaul would bring him back to life if he wasn't killed properly, and even noticed how he looked at his thread. Was the other subjected to seeing him die, time and again? How long has that happened, Izuku wondered. It surely caused stress, or possibly annoyance to his soulmate.... There was no doubt, at least once, this man probably wished Izuku would just die and be done with it. Izuku wished that many times, too, but it was nigh impossible, unless he wanted to be cremated then mixed in with something that was difficult to separate from his ashes. Hell-- maybe getting tossed into a volcano would work, or dropping him in a piranha tank after being made to bleed. It would all be painful, but it would mean permanent peace once its all over.
When Katsuki ordered him in an angry tone to let them inside, show him just how good he was at fucking as he claimed, he was quick to let them inside-- angry customers almost always broke him in the most painful, torturous ways. When the door clicked shut, he tried to do what he normally did to cope with his clients-- he tried to shut off his mind, and leave to almost sit in the back row of a theatre, let the recurring, Hellish nightmare begin as he turned to face the other. But, when he was so suddenly held close, he was shocked back into the controls-- he didn't want that, he hated being this aware while working-- but as the other began to speak, apologize, call him by his long lost nickname, his blood ran cold. This was a joke, right? Alas, he couldn't push the other off of him, as much as he wanted to. His Kaachan never apologized, especially to him-- he never cared about him, never would be in a place like this, never-- When Katsuki began to sob as he held Izuku even closer, he couldn't help it when the dam finally broke, hot, fat tears rolling down his own cheeks, already tainted black from his eyeliner.
Izuku didn't know how he felt about this. Katsuki was his soulmate? Why was he caring now? Why was he here, disguised? And when he was called Izuchan, he almost threw up. Thats what All for One calls him when they play-- only he gets to use that name. "Wh-who.... Who's Deku? I-Izuchan...? M-my name's Usagi...." His voice shook terribly, showing quite a bit of distress. "O-only master gets to use my real name.... O-only him...." He shook almost violently, his skin growing clammy and chilled. "M-My name is Usagi...." He repeated, displaying yet another thing this hellhole does to keep their dolls in line. They take their names, and replace them with something else, before hammering that new name in until they don't respond to their birth name.
But, what bothered him the most was how Katsuki made him an 'empty' promise. "Y-you can't.... Y-you can't save me-- m-my master has t-too much money, power-- he'll r-raise my price again, k-kill you, p-play with me until i break again--" he sobbed out, his knees about to give out. "I-if they find out you're my soulmate, th-they'll kill you in front of all of us-- a-all of the dolls-- th-then make me clean up the mess, th-then drag me to the B-Blood Rooms!! I-I've already been there once-- I-I don't want to go back!!" He pleaded, his head soon burrowing deep into the other's chest, his small, frail frame becoming wracked with sobs. "Th-they won't let me die.... Th-they always bring me back-- p-punish me even if someone else kills me because they're too rough, t-too big--many--" he weakly clung to Katsuki, his tears more than likely leaving warm, damp spots where they met fabric. "I-I want it all to stop.... I-I want it all to stop!!" He pleaded, though it wasn't a plea for freedom the way Katsuki would like. Izuku still wanted to die, and for good, allow him to finally have peace after suffering for as long as he had.
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He didn't miss the nervous swallow and of course, had noticed the makeup he wore in general. So he wasn't even given waterproof stuff... He supposed it was an aesthetic thing and no one was concerned for any stinging that might result in the eyes or even eye infections for that matter. The greenette looked healthy though so they were being taken care of in some fashion at least. Wait... Break his throat? What did that even mean? Like make it really sore or something? He could see how that could be an issue. The poor blond still wasn't thinking dark enough considering the assignment he was currently on and the sorry state his string was in. "Sure, whatever. I'd rather avoid that kinda headache." He shrugged as he spoke, being careful to keep his concern hidden.
Once they were at the panel and looking over the menu, he wasn't surprised to have the other snuggled up against him at his displeased complaint. He couldn't risk losing a customer, after all, soulmate or no. The same arm as before circled his waist and held him close as he carefully picked what he thought he could get away with, hoping that no one would think anything of the relatively tame selections he'd made. He tensed a little when the price he'd asked for. Fuck. While Bakugou admittedly lived modestly for the amount of money he made, Izuku was still worth about as much as his house. Still, once again thanks to his modest living, he actually did have that much sitting around in his bank account, even if it took him at least four months to save up that kind of cash. For the moment, he didn't respond, instead urging him to let them inside. He wanted privacy as soon as possible before talking about anything sensitive. That wasn't even mentioning the fact he was starting to have trouble controlling himself the more he learned about his soulmate's situation.
Once they were inside, he'd dropped his still-lit cigarette on the ground in his rush to wrap the greenette up in his arms. A good thing too. Normally he didn't have this much trouble controlling himself anymore, but this had quickly become very personal for him. He looked into those teary emerald ones as trails of black makeup started to streak his cheeks. He hated it. He was about to speak again when he was asked the most heartbreaking question he'd ever been asked, very telling considering he'd had a tiny child or two ask where their Mommy or Daddy was after a large scale disaster. He gritted his teeth, quickly putting together exactly why he was being asked these things. "You listen here..." He rumbled, hands coming up to cup both of the other's freckled cheeks. I don't care what those extras call you. We're gonna reclaim your name, but for now, You're Deku. You're my Deku. No one else's. This is proof of that." He let go only to brandish the charred thing tied around one of his fingers, having no idea that Izuku himself had a second string too.
He couldn't say he was surprised that his greenette didn't think he could save him. He wasn't stupid enough to think that everyone out there believed in a hero's ability to save them and no one had commanded the respect and admiration All Might had. Mirio, the current number one, was starting to garner that sort of influence, but it wasn't the same. What's more, he wouldn't doubt that the... 'employees' of this establishment were kept in the dark so that the outside world wouldn't give them hope. The hopeless were a lot easier to control. Worse, as the other slipped into a breakdown, he made it clear that he wanted desperately to be killed in such a way that Overhaul wouldn't be able to bring him back again. He didn't know what a 'Blood Room' was, but the name and nature of the crimes held against this place gave him a fair idea.
He leaned down a bit to gently scoop him up into his arms, carrying him to the bed and snuffing out his dropped cigarette on the way there. Soon enough he was snuggled up with him, gently rocking him. "Deku... A lot has changed since we've last seen each other. I... I found your letter to me. I thought you were dead for sure. We all did... I thought it was my fault and... You'd always wanted to be a hero and you can't do that if you're dead... So I would become a hero for us both. I got into Yuuei like we always wanted. I got better. N... Nicer... I made friends. Found one of my soulmates there. Ever since we Bonded, he's been able to see your string too. He's been worried about you too. I think you'd like him..."
He sighed, nuzzling those deep green curls and pressing several kisses to the top of his head. He needed to calm down. He was on the clock and had a job to do. He needed to complete his investigation and there were many people here that needed saving. This included his long lost soulmate. They were far more important than his own emotional turmoil. He was more determined than ever to save them all no matter what it took. First thing was first. He needed to calm down his soulmate and plant a seed of hope in him that he seemed to have lost a long time ago. "We graduated. I formed a hero team with him and the rest of our close friends. My team ranks number four on Japan's ranking chart and our popularity is still climbing. I started my own agency too. Deku, I'm a top-ranked pro hero now." Gently he lifted the other's chin with a finger, looking into his eyes again. "I am the Explosive Hero: Ground Zero and everything is going to be alright now. Why...? Because I am here."
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A 'headache'.... Before he ever ended up in the club, he was just everyone's headache, wasn't he? At least, so long as he did a good job, he can avoid being a headache to someone else.... Even if it meant feeling disgusting, despite having rubbed his skin raw under almost scalding water each night in a vain attempt to clean himself of his Hell. He didn't know how he felt about his soulmate holding him closer as he pleaded for him to bear with it-- play with him-- on one hand, it was unpleasant, asking for a potentially horrible experience, but on the other, if his soulmate left him to the wolves, he knew he'd be punished, even after getting passed around like he was a cheap peice of meat. That was his sorry fate, after all.
When Katsuki had cupped his face, he flinched hard-- he's been forced to kiss disgusting men and women before, made to choke on tongues far too long to he able to breathe as they went down his throat. But, when that invasion didn't come, he was more confused than relieved, and with Katsuki Demanding he listen with that Dominant rumble, he swallowed thickly again. 'Useless'. He saw Katsuki pull up their shared, sad, tattered string, and Izuku, finally allowing himself to look properly as well, noticed a faint thread leading elsewhere. It had its own damage-- he's tainted it on his side for sure-- but it was faint, as if the other was too far away, hasn't met him before. He vaguely remembered that from his middle school years. Would his other soulmate think him 'Useless' too? "I-I'm 'Useless'.... A-always have been.... Huh?"
He flinched again as he was scooped up, expecting the worst as they came closer to the bed, and even as he was cradled in Katsuki's lap, being rocked like he was a child-- really, it felt good on a deeper, suppressed level-- he couldn't stop the tears, the sobs as he held himself. He wasn't allowed to cling to clients unless they were using him in some way. As Katsuki spoke, he did try to listen, though.... But it felt like too much, having the past brought up, how Katsuki was able to find happiness after he was gone. After he was dragged here, 'trained' to be a good little doll. And supposedly, some man he never knew worried about him too? He doubted that, honestly. Why would anyone care about a stranger that has a higher body count than a notorious highschool slut's whole career in a span of his first year in this place?
When he was kissed all over his crown, he hiccuped hard-- his mom used to do that for him. Where was she? Would she still hold him, knowing he was just a doll whose only purpose was to please the cruel and evil men and women that entered the club? Would she still kiss his head like Katsuki was now? "M-mom.... I-is mom okay....?" He asked, before Katsuki began to talk more about his career, how he quickly climbed the ranks with his friends and partner at his side, had his own agency. But, when Katsuki oh so gently lifted his chin with that strong finger of his, and introduced himself as the hero he was, and taking the phrase Izuku had forgotten so long ago.... He finally clung to the blonde. He cried harder, but the tone was no longer hopeless.... But it was a scared hope, at least. Scared of having everything good stolen from him in an instant. He hid his face in Katsukis neck as he wept, clinging onto him as if he would fall and die again, but far more painfully than before. "K.... K-Kaachan.... I-I'm scared.... I-I don't want you to d-die because of m-me...."
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When the flinch at his touch came, it hurt, but he couldn't blame him. Their interactions when they were younger weren't exactly gentle... However, he tried to take comfort in the fact it also very likely had more to do with abuse experienced here than his own doing. It was definitely comfort that was more bitter than it was sweet. Still he kept his hands in place, hoping he could start to teach him that his touches wouldn't be painful anymore.
Shit... He didn't respond to his own name, but he remembered that, huh? He shouldn't be surprised... "You're not. I... It's just something that only you and I ever shared. No one else would know that nickname, but... Fuck... We can think of another one. One for just you and me. You don't like Izu-chan so what would you like instead? I'll call you anything you like so long as it's not something those bastards here call you." He hoped he could make up for the snag of his old nickname. He was starting to really regret it now...
He wasn't surprised at the new flinch when he picked him up, but at least he was remaining in his lap once they'd settled. It was sad to see him hug himself like that though. The kisses to his hair seemed to help calm him further too. "Auntie Inko is okay now. She spends holidays and stuff with my family so she isn't alone. I check on her whenever I can anyway though." He failed to mention how she'd virtually adopted him after her son had 'passed'. She was frankly more of a mother to him than his biological one was and though he realized he was trying to use him to fill the void left behind by her son's suicide, he couldn't help enjoy the comfort, positivity, and support she brought into his life.
And there it was. Though carefully selected, if dramatic, words he had finally reached him properly. As soon as he was clung to, he held him tightly back, going back to rocking him gently. "Don't you underestimate me... They can't kill me. I'm undercover, they don't know who I am. You're the only one here that knows and I trust you to keep my secret. I'll save you and everyone else, you'll see. I'll show you what a great hero I've become!" Reluctantly he loosened his grip then but didn't let him go, only leaning back enough to look into his eyes again. The time they had was finite after all.
"You always said you wanted to be a hero too. This is your chance to be one. Tell me everything you know about this place, every detail you can think of, and we'll be able to bring this whole place down and save everyone." He hesitated for a moment then before speaking. "I... I can get you out of here right now, if you want. I have the money, I could buy you. Or you could choose to stay and act as a spy to help us even more. It's your choice." He explained, gently bringing a hand up to wipe some of the black streaks from those freckled cheeks. "One way or another, I'm saving you all so if you're too scared to help, I'll find another way. The only thing I ask is that you don't blow my cover for all our sakes."
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Izuku was unsure and conflicted about how Katsuki held his face, how he left him in an anxious state of suspense, wondering what the blonde would do to him without warning. But, when Katsuki showed distress over Izuku's response to his childhood nickname, he felt.... Strange. Katsuki never felt like this when they were younger.... Was this really Katsuki? Had he really changed? All he knew was that when he was asked what he'd rather be called, he hiccuped, and shook his head. "I-I don't know what I-I want to be called.... I-I've been called by every p-petname out there...." He whimpered, hating that he couldn't think of anything to have Katsuki call him by that he'd like. "D-Deku.... D-Deku is fine...." He tried to sound resolute about the nickname, but it was clear he didn't want that either. But.... It was a nickname only Katsuki could call him, so that was enough, for now.
When Katsuki assured him his mother was okay, he relaxed a bit, glad that she was well-- or, at least as well as she could have been after Izuku died, only to be brought to a living Hell. "I-is she eating enough? Sleeping well?" He asked, knowing his mom was anxious, would look longingly at the door at times when she thought he wasn't looking, and she had been known to skip meals at times if she was too nervous, focusing on Izuku more than herself. Thinking back, Izuku was lucky he hadn't broken his mother so terribly that she would perish too. Izuku was selfish, wasn't he? He didn't think long enough about his mother to consider her possible reactions as he wrote a letter for her so so long ago.
When Katsuki held him as tightly as he himself clung to the other, he sobbed harder, the warm, innocent embrace providing a deep comfort he had become a stranger to. When Katsuki so boldly claimed that the men that ran the club wouldn't be able to kill him, claimed his disguise was impeccable, he couldn't help but make himself hope for the first time in ages that he could believe the other. He wanted to trust Katsuki's words, wanted to let the other save him, amd everyone else. But, he was also scared.... He was scared everything would be ripped away, burned to ash before him, and his Helm would get worse. But he wanted to believe in Katsuki, Ground Zero.
When Katsuki began to remind him how he had wanted to be a hero so so long ago, his heart stung and his gut turned as memories of being told he would never make it-- never get far came to the forefront of his mind, but he did what he could to stamp them down as Katsuki asked for his help. But, before he could start telling Katsuki everything he could-- schedules, shipment dates, aliases and or names of the people running, working and 'working' in this hellhole-- he brought up buying him again, and his prior panic gripped him again, and he shook his head almost wildly. "D-don't try to buy me-- M-Master will outbid you, r-raise my price again before.... B-before punishing me again. I-I'll stay until you can save e-everyone...." He tried to breathe as he clung to Katsuki again, needing to ground himself before he can try to give Katsuki the info he had so far. Though, when the other wiped away his inky tears, and asked he not blow his cover, he hiccuped softly, looking hurt. "Wh-why would I expose you? Y-you're my soulmate.... O-one of them...." He admitted, looking at the two threads that looked absolutely wretched on his half for sure. "A-and you actually still want me even.... E-even after I've been stained so terribly...." At least, as far as holding him and kissing him with innocent intent went. "E-even after I've been.... U-used like any sex toy...." 'Who's to say his other soulmate would still want him, knowing he's lost count of how many people have toyed with him within his first year of being there, at only fourteen.'
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He wasn't the least bit happy about how fearful he was, even at the suggestion of getting him out of here through what might be considered normal channels here. These were criminals, true, but it was also a business. What was so special about Izuku that he was irreplaceable? Surely with the amount of cash they would be getting off the sale, they could easily replace him. Hell probably replace him several times over. He doubted the greenette would be able to tell him why he was so coveted here, but even if he might know, he wasn't about to ask. It really didn't matter at this point, he didn't want to stress him further and he'd agreed to be a spy on the inside for them. He would have to be content with that.
Now the trouble was that he didn't like the idea of his soulmate putting himself at risk like this. He tried to reason with himself that he and Kirishima did it all the time. A different part of him pointed out that they were fully trained and registered heroes, not traumatized strippers. That thought had him holding him close, nuzzling cheek to cheek to scent him. "You're gonna be a great help, I'm sure of it. It'll be dangerous though. I need you to be extremely careful. I'm sure you realize how bad this could go if they realize you're a mole. Just... Be careful. I don't know what I would do if I actually lost you." Unable to help himself, he pressed a kiss to his freckled cheek.
Reluctantly he sat back a bit, pulling out his phone and opening a memo. "For now, tell me everything and everyone you know. That will be a huge help, even if you can't get us any more information. Until we're ready, I'll be coming here once a week. I'll be with you every time and get any new information from you. I'll... I'll go with someone else only if you think I could get something useful out of them, but I'd rather sleep with as few people as I can get away with. Fuck... I'll get you out of here as soon as we're ready, I promise."
He didn't like this... He knew there wasn't any choice, however. Unless he purchased Izuku, he couldn't risk rescuing him till everything went down. He was a new face and the boss' favorite suddenly vanishing soon after would draw too much attention. He needed to play it cool and do whatever he could to keep under the radar. Once everything went down, they could get him out safely, and then he could take care of him and start nursing him back to health, both physically, but more importantly mentally.
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Being held close and nuzzled helped calm him further, even with the nerve-wracking job he had agreed to do for Katsuki, and in turn, the other heroes involved with this case. He knew a decent amount just because of who he was the favorite doll of-- because they couldn't escape, he's pribably heard more than enough to provide vital information!! But, all the same, he also knew his Master moved locations often, especially after having taken so much damage a while back. It was.... Beneficial for his Master to have his hold firm on Overhaul, able to use him to keep him in ideal shape and health should he take enough damage.
Izuku never asked his master what had happened, for fear of being broken painfully without the usual 'prepwork' he normally has to endure. He was taken out of those thoughs by the soft kiss to his cheek, and he felt his heart long for more, more gentle love that has been starved of for far, far too long. When asked to start telling Katsuki everything, he did his very best-- about Overhaul, his Beaks, and some of his Master's henchmen, too, including Shigaraki, his heir to his quirk. He was nervous-- they only had about a half hour left before the cameras will turn back on-- "A-and.... A-and I don't know wh-where Master lives exactly, I-I know he moves often.... A-at least it seems so, wh-whenever he summons me. I-I always choke on sludge, and appear in his bed." He spoke shakily, heart pounding. He didn't like this, didn't like talking about his master. "Th-the reason I'm scared a-about you t-trying to b-buy me from him is.... I-is because he's A-All for One." He barely got out in a whisper as he began to shake, fresh, hot tears making more inky lines down his cheeks.
"I-I know that he can do-- wh-what he's done to those that t-try to buy me.... Wh-what he does to punish me, e-even though I didn't want to be bought by those men...." He hiccuped softly, hands gripping Katsuki's shirt ever tighter. "H-he g-gets mad so e-easily...." He sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut. "H-he makes Overhaul H-Husband Stitch me t-too small if I didn't perform well-- j-just to t-tear me on purpose...." He pressed his thighs together tightly at those painful memories, hiding his face in Katsuki's shoulders. "I-it's bad enough h-he had Overhaul m-make it i-impossible to carry.... A-and even if I do take, th-they never last-- they always miscarry-- he does this t-to all the dolls with wombs...!!" He hugged his stomach shakily with one arm, feeling a wave of uselessness wash ovee him. "E-even if I get out.... I-I can't give you anything.... I-I can't give you children, n-no matter how badly I want t-to...."
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He gave what comfort he could, knowing it wouldn't be enough, but he had to do what he could while he had the chance. He gently pet his soulmate's hair as he scented him, heart aching at the thought he was in this place the whole time. He should have tried harder to find his string! He'd tried many times, but he'd never gone in the right direction long enough, he shouldn't have given up! He tried to take comfort that he'd at least found him and could do something to improve his situation soon. Soon didn't feel soon enough, but there was more on the line than just the two of them and he couldn't allow himself to forget that.
Though he was reluctant to let him go, he needed to gather all the information he could before he left as they needed to resolve this mess as soon as possible. They wouldn't be able to make a move yet, but the more information he could provide as quickly as possible, the sooner they could mobilize with a fully formed plan. As such, he diligently took down every detail his poor soulmate could offer him and even went on to bait more out with questions. The information he was getting would be incredibly helpful, that was for sure. Knowing who was involved would give them an idea of what quirks they would have to deal with and so adjust which heroes would be called upon to assist so they would have the best quirk sets to work with. There was still the serious matter of getting all the innocent 'employees' out so they wouldn't get caught in the crossfire... Might have to contact the Iidas for help...
He was snapped out of his own musings when another name he recognized was dropped. Shigaraki. He knew that name well... Needless to say he didn't particularly like hearing that his kidnapper was involved. That meant the League was tangled up in this. They had been a problem on and off for years and each time they made a return, they did so stronger each time. This did explain where they got at least some of their funding. Good... Taking this place down might hinder them enough to finally deal with them permanently. Shigaraki had gotten smarter over the years, but so long as *he* wasn't involved they should be...
Fuck.
"So he *is* involved..." He made his note, then put his phone down on the nightstand for now. He plucked up some tissues and gently tried to wipe some of the black streaks tainting those freckled cheeks. "I've only met him once... When I was sixteen, Shigaraki's group kidnapped me. They wanted me to join their League. Needless to say, I refused. I was rescued, but it wasn't easy. I know the quirk you're talking about... I was moved that way once. It felt like I was going to drown, it was awful... I can't imagine going through that on a regular basis. I met him then. As I was trying to escape, I caught glimpses of All Might fighting him. In the end, some of my classmates saved me. All Might won that day and OFA was jailed. I thought he should have been executed, he was too dangerous to be kept alive. I was right... We didn't even hold him in jail for all that long. Fuck..."
Slipping his arms around the greenette, he held him close and rocking him. "I'll get you out of here... He won't be able to hurt you again, *I* won't let him." He rumbled, unable to help the growl in his voice as his temper flared a bit. He wanted to blow this place sky high right now and knew that that was well within his abilities, but knew better. Not only would innocent lives be caught in the crossfire, destroying the place wouldn't help. They would just start up again somewhere else and be even more paranoid of spies. He'd just delay them and make it harder to deal with them in the future. They needed to get this right the first time and he wasn't about to fuck that up for them.
The thought they were purposely 'repairing' him too small so he would rip sent another wave of fury rolling over him, not to mention the thought that One for All himself was the one indulging in Izuku's body and keeping him for himself. "I'll save you... I will... Breeding isn't why I want you, that doesn't mean shit to me. I want *you*. You're my soulmate and that's all that matters. I want you by my side and to be at yours." He assured, pressing another kiss to his cheek then peeking down at the time on his phone. "Shit... We only have a few minutes... Is there a way to pay for more time? I don't want to leave you yet and... Fuck... They would notice if you haven't had sex right? I... Don't want our first time to be like this, but... I'm afraid that it would be worse for you and blow my cover if they noticed."
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Despite everything, despite how long it took to finally be found, Izuku didn't fault Katsuki one bit. After all, he'd more than likely been presumed dead, or at least a cold missing case by the police. He drank in the love and affection the blonde gave him, leaning with a clear neediness and want for more sweet, tender touches, kisses, anything, really. It was sad, how badly he longed for what he'd missed out on for so, so long.... But, soon, he'll get all that and more. He actually wanted to believe that-- believe in his soulmate, Katsuki.
He had to.
Izuku dis his best to tell Katsuki everything he knew-- and was surprised by the things he knew based on the questions Katsuki had asked of him. He was a ball of nerves and fear as the topic of his master was discussed, and he was shocked to know that the temporary absence of that cruel man was due to him being behind bars.... He didn't want to know how he had gotten out so soon, but he already knew what had happened when he did come back, and after having Overhaul put him back in proper order. Those were a Hellish few weeks for Izuku, and he wished he could forget that and more.
When Katsuki took the greenette into his arms again, he leaned into him, wanting nothing more than to feel safe again, and with Katsuki's promises, he hiccuped and clung to Katsuki tightly, as if letting go would mean this all would come crashing down, with him waking up next to the man he hated and feared with every fiber of his being. The omega flinched at the growl in Katsuki's tone, but relaxed once he realized that he wasn't in trouble-- wasn't going to be hurt by his soulmate.
Izuku was shocked when Katsuki didn't care that Izuku couldn't give him pups, only wanted Izuku, only cared about having him back. It made his heart ache-- he was happy to be wanted, happy that his soulmate still wanted him even after having been broken over and over again in many terrible ways.... But he also wanted to be more, wanted to give Katsuki pups, wanted to be a dam. His head was so turned around, corrupted by the words Overhaul and the others told him, over and over again.... How he was only a Doll for pleasure to anyone that would pay. He was snapped out of those thoughts when Katsuki mentioned their waning time, and bit his lip when the blonde reminded him of what the other had ordered off of his 'menu', his stomach turning. Sure, he was clean, was like a virgin again, but.... It wasn't the same, would never be the same. He'd been robbed of what a proper first time should have been, and he wasn't sure if he could handle Katsuki realizing he didn't want Izuku after all once it was done and over with.
But he couldn't say that, couldn't say no to a customer's request, soulmate or not. Quietly, he pulled a menu tablet out of the bedside drawer, and handed it over to Katsuki, his heart in knots even as it raced. "You j-just have to press the plus sign by the non-recorded time option.... Th-then we can do everything you selected." He had a weak smile on his lips, but there was a dullness to his eyes again, much like before Katsuki had given him hope again. "I.... I-if you wanted to take your time, m-make sure I don't break, we may need another hour, o-or more, depending on how thorough you want to be...." He didn't want his first time to be here, on this horrible bed, in this den of sin and misery. He'd even bear being taken in an alleyway littered with trash than have Katsuki tainted by Izuku in this bed-- but he wouldn't say a word, knowing he had no say in this.
Even if Katsuki was his soulmate, loved Izuku despite what he was made to become, the blonde was still a customer, and he can never tell him no, not refuse any requests made of him.
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He showered the greenette with all the love and affection he'd been missing out on, the instinctual need to love his soulmate nearly overwhelming. He ached to claim him, but he couldn't... Not till they were out of this place and safely home. Soon. They would be together soon. They had been apart for years, they could wait a little while longer. He just wished Izuku wouldn't have to wait in a place like this one... There was nothing for it, but that didn't mean he had to be happy about it.
His heart ached at the instant change at the reminder of what they had to do so as to keep his cover from being blown. It wouldn't make any sense for him to want pay to just talk and spend some time with him after all. Still, with everything he'd selected, he could get away with not doing most of it at least. It occurred to him then that Midoriya didn't realize that this was the case, at least he assumed with how he was reacting. Or... Or did he think he wanted to force him to do these things for him? That thought hurt deeply, but he reminded himself just how much his poor soulmate had to have gone through here.
He sighed and accepted the tablet, looking at the time that remained. With a sigh, he bit the bullet and blew the last of the money he was given for the week. He would just have to dip into his own account from now on. They would have the next three hours together. He added no other options other than time. Once the payment cleared, he placed the tablet back where he'd seen Midoriya pull it out from. "We got three hours..." He announced, gently pulling him back into his embrace and for the moment, hold him was all he did.
"Oi... Listen. Most of the stuff I picked on there we can get away with not doing. The only thing I don't think we can get away with not doing is fucking. Shit... A part of me regrets selecting it because I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to, but I was afraid that it would call too much attention if I didn't pick something as basic as that. Just... What I picked doesn't matter, okay? Don't even bother remembering it. We're doin' what you want to. What I picked is just to keep under the radar. We have lots of time too so we can go slow. Get to know each other again and explore things we never did." He realized he was babbling in his nervousness and forced himself to stop.
He took a calming breath and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to his forehead. "I know I was a terrible kid when we last saw each other... I want to show you how much I've changed. Will you give me a chance? I have so much to make up for... Please... Please let me...?" He murmured softly, cheek to cheek as he spoke into the greenette's ear. "I'm just gonna hold you like this for a bit. I just want to feel you in my arms. If you want to do something, do it. I want you to."
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The omega felt safe, loved in Katsuki's arms, and for a few sweet and tender moments, he didn't feel dirty. Didn't feel like he'd leave inky, near-permanent and vile marks on Katsuki just by being in his arms. He felt clean in this love, as if this was all a long, drawn and horrible nightmare. But, alas, the bubble popped, and he was still a doll at the end of the day, even if his soulmate didn't see him as such. At least he still had his soulmate to hold on to as reality reminded him of how his own skin crawled, despite his attempts to cleanse himself.
He watched as Katsuki added more time-- and only that-- to the tablet, and swallowed thickly at the nearly $3000 total. Now, that's well above what he was needing to avoid punishment, but he did worry he would be punished otherwise for some arbitrary thing just because he wasn't allowed a moment of peace in his tragic life. Hell, his quota may be upped just to find a way to punish him for being behind again?
But, back in Katsuki's arms, he tried to focus on the blonde-- focus on what he had to do, prepare himself mentally, even if it was differently this time. He listened as Katsuki spoke, though, he knew deep down, even with Katsuki trying to give Izuku some semblance of autonomy, he still was compelled to do as told-- follow his menu as closely as possible with the time allotted. When the blonde began to babble away, try to apologize for everything, Izuku clumg more tightly to the other, nuzzling into his neck softly as he tried to keep himself calm. At least with Katsuki's adoring and tender affections, it was making all of this easier for Izuku, in a way. "I-its okay.... I-I've always wanted to be with you, e-even back then.... I-I'm just sorry that it has to be like this.... Sorry that it couldn't be as special as we both would have liked..." He smiled sadly at the blonde, before he nervously pressed his lips to the other's, as if he was expecting to be struck for making the first move, even if he was instructed to. He's been beaten simply for being 'too eager' despite being told to seem so before.
As the greenette cautiously kissed the other, he carefully moved to straddle Katsuki's lap instead, pressing closely to the other as his hands carefully moved to the other's wig, hoping he wouldn't mess it up. Just as he'd had the confidence he wasn't going to be pushed away, he broke the kiss only to speak softly, as genuinely as he could in his state, "I-I'll take care of you.... A-and let me know what you like, okay...?" And with that, he kissed the blonde once more as a hand slowly moved down the other's chest, deft fingures slowly unbuttoning the other's shirt, working to get it off so he could feel more of Katsuki-- more of his soulmate. While clothes could block his 'filth'.... Something deep inside needed Katsuki's bare skin on his own too badly to ignore for his own comfort.
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He held him as long as he dared before putting more time into the tablet only to go right back to holding him. He hadn't missed the tension the added time seemed to bring about. Or perhaps it was the amount of money he'd just dropped. He couldn't be sure, but as he didn't bring it up more directly, he didn't feel like he should bring it up either. Still, he couldn't stop himself from at least attempting to reassure him and more importantly make it clear that this would be for both of them, not just a prostitute to a paying client. It seemed to sink in at least on some level as he found himself clung back to and that eased some of the tension out of himself as well.
His heart ached when it was made clear that his soulmate had felt their connection so early on, even when he was in denial of his own suspicions. "That's not your fault... None of this would have happened if I wasn't an idiot kid. I know this far from what either of us wants, but it'll get better in the future. It will. We're gonna get you outta here and safe and then we can love each other properly and go on dates and all that other sappy shit. I'm gonna spoil the hell out of you!" He promised and would have continued had almost shy lips met his and all thought, let alone speech, died on the spot.
His eyes widened for just a moment before they fluttered shut, arms tightening as he leaned into the kiss. Soon enough he was shifting a little to make it easier for the greenette to settle into his lap, strong hands rubbing and caressing their way down from his shoulders to his back, continuing downwards till they reached his waistline. Rather than continue down as one might expect, they came right back up instead, staying respectfully above the belt for the moment. They had three hours, after all, there was no need to rush.
Only when Izuku broke away did he loosen his grip on the other, eyes seeking out his as soon as they were apart. The urge, no, need to claim his soulmate hit him hard again, but he resisted the urge. He had to. If he didn't he would blow their cover and there would be serious consequences. From the deeply ingrained fear the greenette was displaying before, it had happened and he had no reason to doubt that these poor souls had to witness the brutal murder and subsequently clean up the remains of their Bonded, not to mention the punishment that would follow for them. He couldn't give in. Just a little longer and they would be free to love each other as they wished.
He was about to speak when he was silenced with a renewed kiss, hands getting back to work, caressing along his sides affectionately as he allowed him to do as he wished. The only control he took back just a touch was to break the kiss and speak against his lips, peppering kisses between from time to time. "I want to make you feel good, too. I want to make you feel better than any of these bastards ever could. If... If you enjoy touching me, then do it, but... Will you let me take care of you?" Button by button he was exposed a bit further to him, revealing pale, silky soft skin, though not unmarred. While his skin was soft and smooth, it was crisscrossed with scars, some small, some thin, some more pronounced, and all a trophy of his Hero career over the years.
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Izuku felt his heart ache as Katsuki confidently promised him a better life, to be spoiled as a proper partner would be, and he hoped it would really happen. He would love to go on dates, like seeing movies together, or eating in fancy places or even just cozy family diners. Walks in the park, going on rides, going to festivals, make fond memories.... He wanted all of it, even if it felt greedy. He's heard of all those wonderful things before he was brought to this terrible place, and he's been denied far too long. But.... Katsuki would help him have all his sweet relationship firsts, at least. Memories he'll hold onto should things go south, should something happen.
As they kissed, Izuku was acutely aware of how Katsuki's hands moved over his body, and a part of him was shocked, grateful, yet almost faintly disappointed that the other didn't go farther than his hips. It was a relief to know Katsuki wouldn't go too far, but the ugly part of him, born of his trauma was worried Katsuki wouldn't want to enjoy all of him, simply because he was beyond used by now. He knew that wasnt the case-- or, at least, he wanted to hope that wasnt the case. He loved Katsuki, and for all the trouble he took to get here, risking being caught, there was no way Katsuki shared the same feelings Izuku had about himself.
The greenette was almost in a trance-- one far nicer than when he'd block out being used heartlessly-- until Katsuki gently spoke against his lips, wanting to take care of Izuku, wanted to treat him better than any of his other clients. While he felt the worry of not performing properly himself, but also fearing saying no to a customer, he was also curious, wanting to know what being loved and taken care of by his soulmate would feel like. And so, after a few moment's hesitation, he nodded, soon finishing undoung the other's shirt, before tucking his face into the other's throat softly, kissing there with a soft, needy whine. "I-I wanna take care of you, too.... S-so.... So please let m-me have time to do so, okay? I-I know we have a lot of time, but...." He trailed off, biting his lip. 'I want to make sure every second counts, fir both of us, in case we don't get another chance.'
"H-how would you like me....?" He asked then, looking back into Katsuki's eyes, a deep need in those large emeralds. "I-if you want to, I-I also have a swing I can set up?" He offered, not knowing what all Katsuki had planned for the omega. "O-or do you want me to just.... L-lay back, l-let you do as you like....?" He asked, the offer almost strained as he normally would be punished if he laid there like a pillow doll, rather than be active in some way. It was deeply stressful for the poor thing, not knowing how to work to make sure he wont get into trouble, but also make his soulmate happy, satisfied.
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He let his head lull to the side, welcoming the little kisses he was getting. They were so soft and sweet... "Take all the time you want, do whatever makes you happy. I'm yours now. I... I know we can't bond yet, not till I get you out of here, but that doesn't matter. I'm yours." He assured, shrugging out of his shirt before coming right back to caress his lover's back and sides with his fingertips.
Ah, there it was. He wondered how long it would take before he would backpedal and try to make things focused on him instead of himself. "I'd like you to lay back and let me spoil you, but only after you're done with me. Take all the time you want, I'll tend to you after. I want you to have your fun. I want this to be at least as enjoyable for you as it is for me. More so, if I can manage."
Gently he kissed the top of the greenette's hair before nuzzling those curls. "I know it's probably hard for you, but try to relax. It's just you and me. I... Know that might not be much in the way of comfort, considering everything I put you through when we were kids, but... I won't hurt you now or ever again," insisted on the blond, trying to stay relaxed in spite of the situation they were in. It was a dangerous one and he knew it. He wasn't too comfortable with the very real risk they might be listening in on them right now, but hopefully, the fear of upsetting clients actually afforded them some privacy. If that were the case, it would all be over already.
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Izuku whined softly, but happily at Katsuki's assurances, and he nuzzled just the little bit more firmly at the mention of claiming. He wanted to, so, so terribly badly himself.... His teeth almost ached, his tongue craving the sensual, loving aftermath. But, of course he refrained, for now. He could get by with a few small hickeys-- he's allowed hickeys at his clients' request. "Th-thank you.... I-I know we'll be able to do this right-- be properly bonded, soon...." He murmured into the other's throat, before looking into Katsuki's eyes, a tender, hopeful look in his eyes.
Though, when his soulmate insisted Izuku do as he wishes first, sate his needs to serve, he felt an anxious knot in his stomach, but he nodded gently, before dipping back down to kiss and gently nip at the other's exposed chest, his hands exploring the plane of the other's torso. "I-I.... I-I won't leave you waiting too long, I promise...." Soft hands traced scars and muscles alike as he gently latched onto the other's pert nipple, letting out a sweet sort of groan. In all fairness, he liked being in a servicing position-- it allowed him the only semblance of control he had left.
The omega adored the soft kisses and nuzzles to his crown, and he soon leaned up to kiss at the other's jaw after Katsuki promised to never hurt him again, at least like he had when they were younger. "Its okay, Kaachan.... I'm honestly the most relaxed I've ever been, thanks to you.... It may jot seem like it, though." He replied, sneaking one more kiss to the blonde's lips before carefully pushing the other onto his back, before slowly slipping off the bed, and into the floor, kissing and nipping down thw other's body during the journey. He soon kissed his alpha through his straining jeans, his hands running along his thighs before he began to work on freeing the other of them. "You'll tell me how you like it, right? Tell me how to best take care of you?" He asked, tone growing a tad husky with want as he kissed Katsuki again through his underwear this time. "You smell so good....~" he cooed, before finally freeing the other entirely, caressing the other's length in a nicely manicured hand, though.... Admittedly, he was beginning to grow nervous again, only for the other's size. Katsuki would certainly be too big to take recklessly-- but, he was certain, as Katsuki promised, he would be taken care of, properly. "I-I should have guessed you'd be endowed....~ Kaachan has always been amazing....~" He purred, looking up at his soulmate before giving the other's tip a languid lick, his body shuddering pleasantly.
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Re: Bakugou/Kirishima/Todoroki x Stripper!Midoriya
"Soon... Soon you'll be safe at home with me and Ei and we can finally Bond. It'll feel so good to finally be complete..." He smiled more softly than Izuku would be used to as he met his gaze. "You said that you had a second string, too? Once you heal up, I'll help you find them." He promised, plucking up another kiss from those sweet lips. Then he was leaning back and allowing the greenette to do his thing, enjoying the many little kisses as they came. He didn't miss how the other explored not only his hard-earned muscle, but also the scars that littered his body. He'd have to tell him how he got some of those someday...
"Take all the time you want." He assured again, his breath hitching as exploring lips found and latched onto one of his nipples. "Fuck..." The expletive was more sigh than word, his back arching a bit to offer his chest. He'd actually been a bit defensive about his nipples when he'd first settled into a relationship with Eijirou, but thankfully the faux redhead had coaxed him past that till he honestly enjoyed it. Rather inevitable really as his Bonded was quite fond of playing with his chest in general. His nipple was eventually released, but he got no shortage of kisses to follow it up, the blond relishing each one, heart-clenching when he was forgiven.
A part of him had always known that Izuku would forgive him, it was just in his character. Still, he felt like he was being let off the hook too easily. All the same, he fully intended on making up for his behavior somehow. He would start by showing the greenette what love-making really was, then follow it up with getting him out of here. Those things would at least be a start...
His attention refocused when he was kissed once again, just a cute little peck to the lips. When gently pushed, he laid back at the wordless instruction, a soft smile playing on his lips. He'd honestly expected him to have more trouble taking charge in any capacity. The fact he was comfortable enough with him to dare try made him swell with pride. He chuckled softly when asked if he would offer guidance. Baby steps were still baby steps, he supposed. He wasn't about to call him out on it though, he was making an effort to try and do things on his own, the least he could do was meet him halfway.
"Sure. Do your own thing though, I want you to get to know me, okay? If there's something I like better than what you're doing, I'll let you know." A pleasant shiver skittered down his spine at the the kisses he go through his undies, able to feel his cheeks warm as his scent was complimented. He'd never met someone that disliked his scent, but he knew he smelled unusually sweet for his presentation, enough so that he'd caused some confusion several times in the past. He was glad that Izuku seemed to really like it, though he worried he might just be saying that out of habit. He'd imagine that flattering his clients helped in the tip department.
Though it was a concern, it was hard for him to focus on that when practiced fingers fished him out, finally touching his length directly. He noted how soft his hands felt and he couldn't help worrying that this might have been Overhaul's doing. No. Don't think about that. Izuku is all that matters for the next three hours. He chuckled again at the comment on his size, shifting up onto his elbows then, unable to resist the urge to look down at him and watch. "You know me. Gotta overachieve at everything I do." His breath hitched at the first lap at the head of his cock, the breath coming out in a pleased rumble. "So cute..." He cooed, reaching out to caress one of his freckled cheeks. "Do you like any kind of dirty talk? It's cool if you don't, just trying to figure out what you like. I don't want to do or say anything that you don't want me to."
"Take all the time you want." He assured again, his breath hitching as exploring lips found and latched onto one of his nipples. "Fuck..." The expletive was more sigh than word, his back arching a bit to offer his chest. He'd actually been a bit defensive about his nipples when he'd first settled into a relationship with Eijirou, but thankfully the faux redhead had coaxed him past that till he honestly enjoyed it. Rather inevitable really as his Bonded was quite fond of playing with his chest in general. His nipple was eventually released, but he got no shortage of kisses to follow it up, the blond relishing each one, heart-clenching when he was forgiven.
A part of him had always known that Izuku would forgive him, it was just in his character. Still, he felt like he was being let off the hook too easily. All the same, he fully intended on making up for his behavior somehow. He would start by showing the greenette what love-making really was, then follow it up with getting him out of here. Those things would at least be a start...
His attention refocused when he was kissed once again, just a cute little peck to the lips. When gently pushed, he laid back at the wordless instruction, a soft smile playing on his lips. He'd honestly expected him to have more trouble taking charge in any capacity. The fact he was comfortable enough with him to dare try made him swell with pride. He chuckled softly when asked if he would offer guidance. Baby steps were still baby steps, he supposed. He wasn't about to call him out on it though, he was making an effort to try and do things on his own, the least he could do was meet him halfway.
"Sure. Do your own thing though, I want you to get to know me, okay? If there's something I like better than what you're doing, I'll let you know." A pleasant shiver skittered down his spine at the the kisses he go through his undies, able to feel his cheeks warm as his scent was complimented. He'd never met someone that disliked his scent, but he knew he smelled unusually sweet for his presentation, enough so that he'd caused some confusion several times in the past. He was glad that Izuku seemed to really like it, though he worried he might just be saying that out of habit. He'd imagine that flattering his clients helped in the tip department.
Though it was a concern, it was hard for him to focus on that when practiced fingers fished him out, finally touching his length directly. He noted how soft his hands felt and he couldn't help worrying that this might have been Overhaul's doing. No. Don't think about that. Izuku is all that matters for the next three hours. He chuckled again at the comment on his size, shifting up onto his elbows then, unable to resist the urge to look down at him and watch. "You know me. Gotta overachieve at everything I do." His breath hitched at the first lap at the head of his cock, the breath coming out in a pleased rumble. "So cute..." He cooed, reaching out to caress one of his freckled cheeks. "Do you like any kind of dirty talk? It's cool if you don't, just trying to figure out what you like. I don't want to do or say anything that you don't want me to."
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Re: Bakugou/Kirishima/Todoroki x Stripper!Midoriya
Izuku shivered pleasantly at the thought-- was Bonding as good as everyone says it was? And the promise of finding his second string made him happy-- Katsuki wasn't against sharing him! And, naturally, Izuku didn't mind one bit that Karsuki had his own second string in Eijiro. They would be a pack, a family.... Oh, how Izuku's heart ached for it to be true sooner. But, like all good things, he needed to wait. Impatience would only bring ruin and a despair he may not be able to return from. The kiss brought him back to the moment, away from the unpleasant thoughts that tried to enter his mind again.
It was a pleasure, hearing Katsuki's pleasure sounds, how his sighs thrilled the greenette, unlike his past patrons. How the blonde arched into his lips, his touches.... How reactive he was, despite Izuku having changed so, so much, endured so much.... It was a relief that the other's body didn't reject him. With the encouragement to explore, and promise of guidance as the other saw fit, the greenette was satisfied, happy to continue his work on his soulmate. He blushed as the blonde responded to his praise, and angled himself to watch him enjoy the other's cock. "And you always excel, Kaachan....~" He agreed, before leaning into the other's gentle caress with a soft, broken purr. Clearly, it's been too long since he'd last purred.... Though, when asked about what was okay to say, the greenette had to think about it. "I.... I-I rarely get genuine praise? Y-you can call me a-a good boy.... A-and I like it when you pet m-me...." He mubled softly, before kissing at the side of the other's shaft. "So warm.... I-I bet it'll feel so good, being filled by you, m-my Kaachan....~" He smiled with a shy sweetness, before licking the other from base to tip. "I-I'll need a lot of prep to handle you.... b-but I know Kaachan will take good care of me...." He cooed softly, before taking the blonde in slowly, all the way down to the base without even gagging. Sure, it was clear the omega was opening his jaw more than he's used to for most clients, however, luckily, Katsuki wasn't a size that would result in involuntary teeth. He's been beaten for for having too small a mouth in the past. He's also been made to be toothless as well, as horribly unpleasant as that was.
He had to bring himself back to now-- to the pleasure he wanted to share with his soulmate, his dearest friend. As he bobbed his head at a loving pace, his hands gently massaged at a thigh, as well as the other's jewels, moaning softly as he worked. Really, Katsuki was the perfect size, and he was clean, tasted so, so good.... Before long, his head was bobbing faster, the scent of his arousal soon wafting from where he sat between the other's legs. He lifted half-lidded eyes toward the blonde, in a happy daze for once. He was enjoying himself for once-- and it was thanks to his Kaachan. Of course, this would only be the beginning.
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