Bottom! Shoto Todoroki

Can the scars heal? (Dabi x Todoroki)

The nails on the wooden rustic door cling together every thrust, the scraping and pulling of broken nails peeled off the wall. Harsh breath's were heard over and over in the cramped room. Screams, screams of pleads, screams of pain.

Life was like this since the day he was sold off as meat price to unwanted pedophiles. Beaten and broken for so long that his skin started to tear off, and the only way that he was able to keep himself unlike a skeleton with meat he stitched and stapled ratchet skin back on to his rotten body. It helped but the flesh was dead and purple. The skin was merely a mask to hide the end attendance.

"No! I don't want to!"

At the only age of 14, the boy named Dabi was a sex toy that was played with on multiple occasions every day. A broken doll that's pulled by its master. The world was not pure, but dabi was some thing of a sin. But he didn't ask for this, he didn't ask to have a cock slam down his throat.

"Come on~ you know you want it"

The old man that was an untouchable drew ruffed hands into Dabi's hair. Pulling his head and slamming his throat wide open. He shoved his pelvis in the small broken mouth of the child. The pleads and sobbing continued. He couldn't feel anything, after so long it goes numb. But his emotions were still intact in ways he didn't want.

He would eventually get used to this life, but why him? Because he was a nuisance that's what. Throw on the street since birth and survived by offering himself.

Dabi was just a code name, he forgotten his real name. Although there was no really needing to know his name, for he was nothing more then a object waiting to be torn apart.

He couldn't scream, he couldn't cry, his mouth was occupied. And the only sound for the silent tears dripping from the floor and the men's graft up moans of pleasure. Disgusting

It's all disgusting

So disgusting

Disgusting

Disgusting

This was disgusting!

I was disgusting...

The Thoughts played in Dabi's head every time the man thrusted up. The back of his throat was burning an aching pain. But he was weak, he lost count of how many customers came in that day. He didn't have more than a minute break in between. He just kept on going and going.

The old overweighted man grabbed the black hair teen by the back of his neck and flipped him over onto the bed. Slamming his back painfully onto the concrete walls. Dabi coughed up a hitch. Before his senses could regain the man had sash his pants off across the room and was now lining himself up.

"Fuck! Get off!"

Dabi struggled but it was in vain, the man pushed in blood dripping from his hole. Dabi's  face scratched up in retarded pain, teeth clenched so hard they would shatter.

Taking notice of the broken glass of which the old man had thrown against the wall earlier, was lying beside his head. The small Matt they were occupying was barely off the ground. Without thinking twice Dabi's grabbed a shard end in his hand. The man was too distracted with his own games to realize what was coming. Dabi quickly shoved the glass into the man's neck, the end of it slipping through his neck cutting it in half.

The old pedophile tricked back, screams and moaning in pain, blood dripped everywhere, it's sprayed on the walls, a drip down Dabi's s face. As he folded his legs up and hunched over himself watching the man bleed out.

Satisfaction grew in him, this was a different type of smell of blood. The type that he had caused it. He now has blood on his hands, and he wanted more of it. A sinister grin spread across the young Man.