Deception || Aizawa x OC Fanfic

Ch. 1 - Untill Tomorrow

"JERRY- Jerry come on man you CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!" I yelled into the phone. 

"I'm sorry Keiko. You're late on rent again. I can't keep cutting you this much slack." He explained on the other end of the phone.

"Jerry…" I felt tears in my eyes. "C'mon man, I start my job tomorrow. Just. Give me a week to pay rent. From here on out it's smooth sailing I promise."

"I dunno Keiko." He sighed. 

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "What do you want Jerry? I- I can give you a hand job? blow job? Just give me to the end of the week."

"Hmmm…" He thought to himself. "A blowjob."

"Okay I can do that-" I started but he cut me off. 

"AND! I want you to suck my toes." I could practically hear his shit eating grin.

"Jerry. I don't do feet. You know this." I tried to speak calmly. 

"Last month you also said you didn't do blowjobs." 

"Because I'm not a PROSTITUTE JERRY!" I was shaking. I wasn't sure if it was because I was about to lose my apartment or if it was because my landlord was actively coercing me into a sexual act. "Just because I sell porn on the internet, does not mean I sell my body."

"Just get over here tonight and suck my toes and you can have an extension on rent. But if you're late next month it's gonna cost you anal." He hung up.

I threw my phone across the room and let out a scream only to be met with the neighbor pounding on the wall "SHUT THE HELL UP!"

I curled up in bed and let myself cry. I was done with pictures for the day.

My name is Keiko Noroi Ketsueki. I make and sell porn online. It started off as just me trying to make ends meet selling lewds but I've upped my game trying to make some money. I sell custom content, mostly solo porn, and occasionally I'll record a hookup to post. 

A few weeks ago I finally went and applied for my hero license. I was a quirkless but I wanted more than anything to be a hero. Somehow I passed, and no- I didn't bribe the test giver with my body. I got my license fair and square. I earned that shit without a quirk. 

I grew up with a drug addicted prostitute mother, and a drug dealing lowlife of a dad. They loved me in their own fucked up way and always tried to give me the best they could. But then after my mom was murdered, my dad overdosed and left me alone at the ripe age of 12.

My uncle found me half dead in my home and took me in as his own. He was the real problem in our family. He was an abuser, a racist a murderer and a rapist all rolled into one wonderful human being. I saw horrible things living with him. I went through horrible things in his fucking house. 

When I was 16 some villains broke in and killed him. They found me and almost killed me too. But the one with the scars and staples in his face said he wasn't going to kill a kid and they took me into their fucked up pack. 

That's how I met the League of Villains. They became my family. Despite the awful shit they did, we all kept each other safe. 

When I turned 18, I went out on my own, which was a mistake. As much as I wanted to leave the life of crime, I wound up in an even worse crowd. A guy and a girl my age, and our 'father'. 

Obviously he wasn't our dad, but we never knew his name. We just called him father. We did what father said, or we would face the consequences. The two others never minded following Father's orders. I was the only one to ever rebel, and man did he make sure I knew how disappointed he was in me. The scars on my back were proof enough of that.

I got out of that mess about two years ago. I'm 25 now. I know they're still looking for me, but I just keep my head low and play it safe. I want to be a hero so I can put them behind bars.

In bed, my body was still clad in lingerie as I cried under my blankets, letting the makeup smudge all over my face. I knew life had to get harder before it started getting better but every time it felt like I was at rock bottom, it somehow got worse. 

Once I stopped crying I made myself get up and shower. I dyed my blonde roots black to match the rest of my hair and I washed all the makeup away. Afterwards I edited the pictures I took on my camera of myself barely clothed, in compromised positions, and performing nefarious acts with phallic silicone.

Every single picture I told myself would look so much better without all the self harm scars covering my arms and legs. I especially hated the x shaped series of scars Father had painted in my back through his various forms of punishment. I was marked for life. 

My phone buzzed with a text that told me Jerry was home and ready for me to come over. I cringed before pulling my waist length hair into a ponytail and dressing in jeans and a hoodie. I didn't need to look hot for Jerry.

On the top floor I knocked on his door already feeling defeated. His slimey acne covered face opened the door, only wearing his stained and ripped tidey-not-so-whiteys. I gagged as soon as he led me into his apartment. The stench of old milk, cumsocks and weed stained the walls. 

Jerry flopped back on his he'd with his hands behind his head. "Alright, get to work."

When I went home that evening I sat under scorching hot water in my shower with my clothes still on while I brushed my teeth and cried. By the time I was done, the hot water had run out, my skin was like a prune and my gums were bleeding from all the scrubbing.  

Leaving my wet clothes in the shower I flopped on my bed and covered my naked body in blankets before opening my phone and uploading the pictures I took on my OnlyFans. 

'Hey guys! Hope you enjoy this cute little shoot! I have some big news… I start my new job tomorrow! So it may take me a bit longer to get custom requests done but don't worry I'm not going anywhere! I can't say much about my job for the sake of privacy! But big things are happening, life is turning around! xoxo

As I clicked the upload button more tears rolled down my face and stained my sheets.

Tomorrow would be a new day.