𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ (BakuDeku)

☆SEVEN☆

PORNSTAR
Chapter Seven: Big Boom
Word Count: 1565
☆Enjoy!☆

☆WARNING: NSFW, MENTION OF RAPE\SEXUAL ASSAULT☆

"Good boy, such a good boy, hm?" 

Izuku whimpered, feeling the man's hands grip around his waist as Junior's voice spat orders in the background. 

"You like it, don't you? Feeling this big cock, right in your ass? Yeah, just like that, take it. Be a good little slut for daddy." He didn't understand; Junior was telling him to stop talking dirty, yet the man didn't. Once again, Izuku felt like nothing but a cocksleeve; something men used as they pleased. He felt dirty, worthless and empty. It's the same thing every day; every time Junior sets him up with a random porn worker. Midoriya winced, tears forming in emerald eyes as he felt the stranger slap the little of his back, before giving a few more spanks to his ass. It wasn't painful, yet Izuku found no pleasure in it. It just showed how much he was nothing but a sex toy - free to use. 

"Fuck, yeah- You like this? Huh? Tight little ass of yours." The man spat, repeatedly slapping freckled cheeks. Midoriya couldn't hold himself back from sobbing, tears staining the pillow he was resting against. Junior's voice was barely heard over the sound of skin-against-skin and the dark-haired man's voice. Izuku's whines soon became more loud as his ass began hurting under each spank. He could tell it would leave a red mark - a print of this man's hand would be left on his ass once he was done. He couldn't help but yelp and cry at each movement, the man's cock hitting a sore spot inside of him. "So pretty, good boy for daddy." 

Izuku shivered, he hated the fact that this man used him, referring to himself as daddy and calling him horrible names. The greenette whimpered, feeling the other pick up the pace; his grip tightening around his freckled hips. Midoriya couldn't hold back his sobs, turning into screams as he buried his face in the damp pillow. "Fuck, yeah. Good boy, good boy." The man's voice resonated, getting higher in pitch as his thrusts got sloppy. 

"Fuck, fuck, good slut. Good slut." He repeated, his voice cracking as his hips buckled. Midoriya whimpered, feeling his inner walls warm up at the sensation of being filled. He was worn out, completely ruined. This was enough, and Junior thought so too. Izuku's manager seemed to have appeared back into the room, telling the man to back away and that Izuku had had enough. The greenette winced, feeling his lover's hand connect with his ass, sure to leave a red mark. He couldn't hold back a few loud cries as the man began moving his hips again, ready for another round, completely ignoring Junior's orders to pull away.

"Slut."

Izuku's eyes fluttered open to a familiar ceiling, tears immediately threatening to fall. He sat up, glancing at his alarm clock to see it was only two o'clock. Too early to be awake, especially with a shift at 9 o'clock. Yet, here he was, silently crying and unable to get his mind to stop racing. These dreams were tormenting him night after night, and he was unable to sleep properly because of them.

The greenette sighed as he pushed himself off his bed, sliding out from under the covers and fixing his shorts. He shifted his feet as he entered the kitchen, making his way towards the glass door to slide it open and step out on the balcony. He glanced down to the cars passing beneath him, the distant honking noises and rumbling of motors being the only thing heard. He leaned against the railing, letting his tears run freely down his cheeks, staining freckles and causing his eyes to get red. Although people thought living as a pornstar was easy, having pleasureful sex often and living in luxury, that wasn't the case. Well, not for Izuku, at least. Having sex every day is tiring to him, it wears him out. Sure, he gets a lot of money for each shoot, but he still has rent bills to pay with Katsuki, water bills and phone bills. He has clothes to buy, and bills on his car. At every paycheck – about twelve hundred dollars – Izuku only really gets to keep about 20%. Which only leaves him at about 240$ to put in as savings, in case of an emergency, such as hospital bills or a birthday gift to buy.

Izuku sniffled as he wiped away a tear with his sweater's sleeve, then pulling his shirt down to hide the hem of his shorts. He stood in silence, listening to the vehicles pass beneath him and turn onto a different street.

"What the fuck are you doing awake?"

The greenette flinched, turning to face a dazed blond. He took in Bakugou's pale complexion, seeing his squinted eyes and the drool on his chin. He gave Katsuki some time to properly wake up, running a hand over his face and ruffling blond locks to get himself to stay awake.

"I couldn't sleep." Izuku admitted, looking back down to the street below.

"Are you crying?" The blond asked, stepping out onto the balcony to examine freckled features. Though it was clear Izuku had tried his best to wipe away his tears, his eyes were still red, and his lip kept quivering.

"No, no. I'm just tired." The greenette shrugged, shaking his head with a forced smile. A silence roamed as Bakugou bit the inside of his cheek. He wasn't the type of guy to get into sentimental conversations and couldn't care less about Izuku's current emotion. All he wanted was some rest. Yet, he found himself leaning on the cold railing, ready to find out the reason for his friend's tears.

"What's on your mind?" He asked. It was simple: if Midoriya refused to reply, Bakugou wouldn't ask again. This was the one and only time he would ask. It was up to Izuku to figure out if he wanted to share. He waited for the greenette's reply, watching freckled features scrunch up in thought. Tears soon pricked at the corner of the green-haired male's eyes, his lips parting as he hesitated to speak. For some reason, Bakugou felt his stomach twist at the sight – his heart aching in his chest. Izuku was upset and he didn't know why. "Is it something personal? You don't have to share if you don't want to. But you've been getting up for the past few nights to come out here. You keep waking me up when you open the balcony's door." Katsuki grumbled, seeing the other's brows furrow.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Izuku spoke, his voice cracking. Emerald eyes lowered once again, tears beginning to escape and run down a field of freckles. Katsuki frowned.

"It's fine. Do you want to tell me, what's up?" He asked, leaning forward to see Izuku's face clearer through the darkness. Their balcony didn't have any light source, so the only way they could see was by the city lights illuminating them just a bit.

"It's nothing important." Izuku scoffed, forcing another smile.

"It is, if you're crying about it." Katsuki found himself spitting out. He wasn't sure why he was pushing this on his friend, even after telling himself he wouldn't ask about it more than once. Yet, here he was, wanting to know. A silence roamed as Midoriya seemed to hesitate, eventually beginning to explain.

"I keep having nightmares about work." He said, his voice small.

"Like what? Rapes?"

"Well, not really. I always sign contracts that show that I agree to everything we film. But sometimes the person I'm in the act with gets a little violent and rough. Junior usually manages to stop them, tells them to slow down and follow the script. But I still fear that one day, someone won't listen and will wreck me. Use me as their sex toy. Wear me out, get me overstimulated." Izuku explained, his freckles disappearing into a red hue. Bakugou's brows furrowed as he listened, waiting for the shorter man to continue his speech.
"I just can't get over this feeling." Izuku choked, his tears now streaming down his face and staining his sweatshirt. "I can't stop thinking I'm worth nothing. I'm nothing but a useless slut that people use to jerk off to. They watch my videos not to support me, but because they want sexual relief. I can't... I'm not just some sex toy, am I?" He sobbed, his voice wobbly. Katsuki's heart once again ached as he stepped closer, pulling his friend into a hug. He ran his fingers through soft, green curls in an effort to calm Midoriya.

He stood, rubbing circles on the greenette's back as he sighed, trying to think of something to say.

"You're not a sex toy, dumbass." He muttered. That was the only thing he could think of, to try and make his roommate feel better about himself. He thought for a few moments, eventually thinking of another way to help. It wasn't the best, but it was the best thing the blond could think of, at the moment. "Come to bed with me, 'kay? Don't sleep in your bed tonight. That might be the reason you keep getting those nightmares." The blond spoke, pulling away from their embrace. 

"Come on, freckles. Stop crying."