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Chapter Two: Boulevard

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W A R N I NG: CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT/LEMON
The dark neon lights caught the attention of con-goers, while others seem to be revolted at the sight. The neon signs had served as a welcoming sign to unholy businesses that do unholy things. Brothels, strip clubs, and many more all aligned the streets. The red luminous glow from signs had been the only source of light in the disgusting compounds, but he'd grown used to it.

Midoriya was no stranger when it came to the compound, sometimes serving as a tour guide for the infamous Red Light District. Other times, Midoriya was active in his job as the oldest profession in the world. But Midoriya had refused to be a very low-class call boy. 

Instead of the dirty and casual wear that his peers worked in, he wore real couture to gain more clients. Fur coats, sequins, boots, heels, stockings, and name brands he can get his hands on. Chanel and Alexander McQueen were always his favorites.

But Midoriya doesn't like what he does, at all. To him, it's unlawful and disgusting. But he has to do it, to support his family. His mother had worked a very low-pay job, and his two younger siblings were struggling with school and such. Midoriya has always wanted to be a pro-hero, but it was too late. He was already deep in the game of prostitution, and if he goes to the authorities they would barely bat an eye at him. A working boy could never be a hero.

Midoriya had a pretty useful quirk, though. His quirk allowed him to take the form of his wishes, as long as they were human. It helped when the authorities would search the district, but it meant leaving his peers to be arrested. Some scratched and screamed, while others went willingly. They knew what they were doing was wrong, but it's what they had to do.

Most people would never hire people like them. They were called scum of society. But to Midoryia, they are the scum. Instead of actually trying to help them, they would just drive by and throw stuff at them. Sometimes it was just empty wrappers, but other times they'd throw cigarettes which risked them burning on Midoriya's fur coat.

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The pain ceased to exist. His fingers wove through the fabric, as he was forced to watch as each and every one of his fingers were sewn into the brocade. In hurt like hell, watching the needle pierce through his delicate skin, as the crimson red blood stained the fabrics. It was endless torture.

Every day was something like this. His pimp was never in a good mood and did whatever he wants. What were they gonna do? Tell the authorities? Yeah, right. He had mentioned that if anyone had snitched in him, he'd hire an exterminator. Mr. Dabi never plays around.

Midoriya hissed in pain, watching his ring finger repeatedly get stabbed with the needle. His ring was penetrated, but the needle didn't seem to break the gold. The diamond, on the other hand, was also cracked.

Midoriya sighed, watching the sewing machine stop right before it reached the end of his finger. He lifted his hand, watching the thread weave out turning from its rich light blue color to a deep crimson red. The thread stuck through the expensive baby blue brocade, stained red with his own blood.

Midoriya lifted his hand to his face, watching his skin grow back. A smooth, plastic and creamy texture to it. Midoriya pulled the garment from the machine and displayed it onto a mannequin. The brocade draped elegantly, with puffy sleeves and a low chest exposure.

Midoriya smiled, proud of his elegant, but bloody, look. Mr. Dabi had bought him a new wig, as a form of payment from their last intimacy.

Dabi was harsh, but he was relatively nicer to Midoryia than the ones that worked lower than him. Midoriya's closet was full of elaborate gifts that Dabi would shower him with. Wigs, fabrics, and headpieces were constant remembrances of times when Dabi's dick harshly penetrated his behind.

Dabi was passionate, romantic, but also a cruel and dangerous tyrant. The most well-known pimp in Japan.

Midoriya outed his lips and walked over to his wardrobe. Walking over to his wig shelf, he pulled out a hairstyle of baby blue buns and long bangs. It was beautiful, with the way it sparkled in the light with little bits of glitter. It made Midoriya feel warm inside, knowing that Dabi cared.

Quickly realizing his thoughts, he shook them off. It was no use, clearly to the fact that Dabi was only using Midoriya for his body. It wasn't a surprise. He was ranked as one of the most beautiful people in Japan, under a different name of course.

If other people were to find out what he did for a living, they'd be heavily disappointed at the boy who once dreamed of being a hero with burning passion. But those dreams were crushed, after hearing the blundering lies that hurt Midoriya more than it should have.

Withstanding through the painful memories, his brooding was interrupted when the familiar sound of his doorbell rang.

Dabi was here.

Hurrying over to the door, Midoriya cursed at himself. Why could Dabi want at this hour? Reaching for the knob, Midroyia twisted the handle as his pimp slammed the door open.

Midoriya retreated back, waving to Dabi.

"Hello, Dabi." He smiled, walking over to the living room, watching said boy take a seat on the pearly white couch

"Izuku!" he slurred, as Midoriya cringed internally.

Dabi was drunk again, and there's only one reason why he was here.
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Midoriya gasped for air, shaking a bit before bending down to plant a quick by passionate kiss on stitches purple lips.

Dabi bucked his hips, giving another thrust as a moan escaped Midoriya's mouth. Dabi's pace quickened, as Midoriya's breaths turned sharp, each one mixed with a moan of pleasure.

Every time Dabi hit Midroyia's ssweet spot, he'd grunt, every so often growling Midoriya's first name.

This drove Izuku wild.

"F-Fuck, Dabi!" Midroyia cried, holding both of the older boys hands by all means of support, as he continued to ride.

With one final thrust, came the final jolt of pleasure. Dabi quickly pulled out, before dressing himself once
more.

Midoriya layed under the covers, the duvet barely covering his hickey stained body.

"Leaving so soon?" Midoriya pouted, crossing his arms

"Baby, you know I have important things to do" Dabi rolled his eyes, annoyed by the questions

Midoriya pouted. He didn't understand those feelings. He didn't understand their situation.

Dabi took note if this before placing a gentle kiss on Midoriya's forehead, before sleeping out. That left Midroyia alone, heart throbbing and confused.