Izuku/Deku live in two different worlds. Izuku is a student, a Pro Hero in training, and a potential leader. Deku enjoys the rush of being an escort, a cinnamon roll of the night, and the desire of those who want him. This story is about Deku's conquest of filling the desires that Izuku can't accept or deny. This story is told between third person and second person POV. Izuku, in a way, develops a split personality for he separates himself. When he isn't prostituting, he is Izuku. Deku is his alter ego.

Written by [girlfriendoftheauthor] and Big Diesel. Her inspiration of this story was after reading the ero-manga, "Kaname." I have heard of it and seen what the character looks like but not really familiar with the series. But, my girl is a HUGE fan of this manga! Enjoy!

Izuku Midoriya was looking for adventure. That was the only word to describe his choice of actions.

Situated on the outskirts of Tokyo, the concentrated brightness of neon colors was born. This part of town was known as the entertainment district. This was where the action was located. This was where the forbidden fruit took place. This was where mothers and fathers warn their children not to go. Although unbeknownst to the children, their fathers tend to make the secretive venture to the forsaken land.

This was the district where the street was filled with young people. Many of them are college students. A long way from home and no parents telling them what to do. The bars turn on the lights to welcome their usual customers. Many of them staggered out of their cars to consume the liquid bread to fill the void of any of their burdens. Outside of the "massage parlors" were women, clad in heavy makeup, leopard-skinned dress, and high heels welcoming the men for their exclusive treatment. Businessman dressed in their suits beehive their way into the many parlors of the district. Along with that comes the local drug pushers, the pimps, and the prostitutes that claim this district home.

At the other side of the district, far away from the artery of the district. Where the glitz, glamour, and the neon lights fade away. A place nicknamed the Last End for it was the last call before one's fantasy returned to reality. The area was home to more of the drug fiends that gathered in the abandoned buildings or the motels. The motels of the district were in comparison to love hotels. No name, no face, put money under the slip, and have fun. Out of sight, out of mind.

This was where Izuku Midoriya can be found.

What is interesting is that to those who know him in the district, he goes by the name of Deku Noir or simply Deku. His alter ego, his alias and that is all we are going to know about him for now. It is not that he is not an important character. It is just that if you receive all of the details, then how can you appreciate his character? Here is what you need to know about Izuku/Deku at this point in time. He was sitting outside on the motel steps. He had his cell phone in hand. He was on a mission. He was waiting for a client.

He scrolled through his phone when he received a text. He looked and saw that his client was close. He replied to her stating that he will be waiting outside of the motel for her. Judging from her response to the text, she was excited. However, from his point of view, he was indifferent. It wasn't that he wasn't thrilled of his nightly encounters. It didn't hurt to have great sex if it meant earning some money.

However, money wasn't an issue.

Izuku had money. His father earns well as a manager of a software company overseas. Deku was different. It wasn't about the money.

It was about the adventure he gained, garnered, lusted from it. In his terms, it wasn't anything wrong to gain something from a lick.

His uniform was nothing more than all-black leather clothing which was tight in the right places. He sported a mask, concealing his identity. Even a code of sorts.

He crossed his legs and pulled out a cigarette. He needed something to fight off the cold. The flicker of the match and the lighting of the cigarette was the only sound that we are getting from Izuku/Deku.

He didn't remember her name. He would probably learn at her arrival. Honestly, he didn't care if he knew or not. The little he knows about his clients, the better.

He had only met her less than an hour ago on a 4-chan site. The site itself is a digital world for pickups. The client was looking for discreet dating. She asked him some questions about what he offered. Once he had told her, he offered her a price. She accepted. She told him that he came highly recommended. He didn't take that as a compliment nor an insult. He continued to smoke his cigarette as he sat alone on the stoop of the corrugated motel.

It was not long when a car pulls up alongside the curve. Izuku looked up and saw the BMW park before turning the vehicle off. The door opened and then closed. The sounds of a hard toe shoe come closer to the blonde. He looked up and saw a woman that looked like she should be a model. She is dressed in a purple skirt. Her fur coat hugs around her curvy body. She was slender, medium-height. She was very attractive. She had firm breasts. Her skin complexion was creamy. Her honey blonde hair flowed like a river to her back. Her dark purple eyes were very stunning. Once again, what kind of woman is she to show up at a place like this?

Izuku recognized the face, the look, everything. He closed his eyes.

There was silence between the two.

Deku was taking over.

He uncrossed his legs and pulled a sucker from his pocket. He unwrapped it and gave it a few licks. The blonde woman relaxed. This ploy was Deku's signal to let his clients know his identity.

"Are you the one they call Deku Noir? The Emerald Cinnamon Roll," questioned the woman. Her eyes never left Deku's sight. Her eyes followed wherever his tongue went. He could tell that his eating his usual treat entranced the woman.

"I can be. Depends on what you are seeking," he told her. That was his nature. The cinnamon roll loved getting his clients aroused with his body language and the way he spoke. His tone was hypnotic, grabbing the attention of those that desire a boy like him.

The woman smiled. "What I seek is so much fun that it is a crime." She licked her lips and took the sucker from him. She swirled her tongue around the sucker, gathering its flavor along with Deku's. Her eyes were closed as she made sucking sounds with the candy. Not too long later, she returned the sucker back to him before he retreated it back into his mouth.

"Follow me, my dear." The cinnamon roll stood up, shaking off any dust from the stoop and went inside of the motel. He held the door for the woman whom he nicknamed Blondie (Although Izuku knew who she was for he just saw her and Kayama-sensei hang out the following day). Blondie stepped inside. Both felt good as the warmth of the building made a fair contrast from the outside. He knocked on the window at the entrance. His three silent knocks are his code for a room. Three loud knocks were returned before a key comes out the slot. Deku took the key and led Blondie to his room.

Deku and Blondie took the elevator to the top floor. Down a short, narrow corridor they came to a door numbered 505. He took the key and put it in the hole. He turned the key and they walked inside. It was dark. He turned on the lights with the switch. The room was cold and empty. The room was plain and simplistic. This was a room that was not made for an overnight stay. Just like Deku and Blondie, the room had its purpose: to serve as a miniature brothel. You are in and you are out is what the room is saying. Any person who stays longer is a person that is questionable in their being.

Blondie walked to the dresser where she placed her purse. Her dress matched the wallpaper of the room. She looked in the mirror to check out her appearance. We are not sure of what her personality can be. Remember, we are just the audience. Maybe if she is worthy enough, we can learn about her personality later. Until then, she was checking out her facial features. She smiled and licked her lips. She is excited about what it was to come. From behind, she watched Deku like an eagle does its prey.

Deku took off his outfit and put on his attire for another late night rendezvous. He put on a pair of plain white panties followed by white stockings. He put on a green plaid skirt. He knew he was being watched, making it exciting for him, or so we think. It was his job to make the client happy. For all we know, he could feel empty like the room we are in. Once again, reminding you that we are just part of the audience. No matter what we say or do, they can't hear us. The only thing we can do is watch.

After putting on his skirt, he put on his plain white blouse. He quickly buttoned his blouse so that he can go forth on his encounter. And the final pieces of the act: his black wig, his cat ears, and his bell. Once he was ready, he got his sucker from the dresser and put it back in his mouth. He turned around and sashayed to the bed where he waited for his client to do her orders.

"My, my," said Blondie. Her cheeks were flushed. She was tensed. Her knees buckled when seeing him in this position. "You look very sexy. You look like a schoolgirl."

"That is right," said Deku. "A schoolgirl that is ready to be punished." He spread his legs, exposing his panties. "Like what you see?"

"I do," she purred. "Though I wish you would take off your mask. Hides the beauty of your emerald eyes."

"No can do," he replied. "And last time I remember, Blondie, you wanted something discreet."

Blondie was flushed. We can tell that she was starting to feel aroused. Her nipples protruded from her outfit. She was trembling. She was excited and did not know where to begin.

"Not used to something like this?" He asked her very seductively. He winked at her while keeping his legs exposed. He thrusts a little, trying to get her excited. "Tell me something." He purred. "Have you done something like this before?"

Blondie stammered. "I, I. Maybe once or twice." He stayed in bed whereas she stayed at the dresser. Even though it was a distance between them, it was only a matter of time before the gap was filled.

The cinnamon roll laughed seductively. He got up from the bed and swayed his hips toward the nervous Blondie. He took Blondie's hand and placed it on his chest. She flinches as she felt her hands on his nipple, rubbing through the blouse. He held Blondie's hand as he let out a quiet moan. It did not take long when she did the work on her own. She kneaded his nipple like bread. She let out a moan as well. His breath became labored.

"Take your time," said Deku. "We don't have to rush. Do it at your own pace." Unsure it was his sheer honesty or his line of work. It looked like that Blondie was unfamiliar with this. However, she was starting to look relaxed. She was now using her free hand to cuff around Deku's neck and placed a kiss on his lips. She thrust her tongue and it looked that she was cleaning out whatever that is in his mouth. Her eyes were in a trance. She looked hungry. He did the right thing because it was setting her off.

A trail of saliva bridged the pair. The sound of moans came from both of them. Blondie let out another smile. Only this time, it was very seductive. She narrowed her eyes and instantly removed her clothing.

"Not bad," said Deku. "You have a sexy ass body, Blondie. If weren't for my job, I would be all over you."

She retorted. "Who says that you can't be now?" She took another kiss and became very aggressive. He was taken off guard by her sudden kiss. Whatever he said, it had definitely set her off.

She immediately ripped his blouse. The buttons spread like fireworks into the different parts of the room. She started licking his chest, causing the cinnamon roll to moan. He stood there as she was on her knees licking his chest. The feeling of her rough tongue is too much for him. He tried to move, but her bites hindered him.

"Don't move," she said. She continued to caress his stomach with her tongue until she noticed his dick is poking out.

"Did I make the slut horny," asked Blondie. He was flushed and remained silent. It was not until she pinches the phallus, which made him yelp. "I said did I make the slut horny?"

"Yes," said Deku with his ragged breath. She took a break from his stomach and focuses on his dick. She breathed over it, which made it react. "I am making your clitty hard." She giggled. She rubbed it through his skirt with a firm grip. He was trying his hardest to stand on his feet, but this woman was already aware of one of his weak spots.

She continued to rub there like she was polishing a trophy or cleaning a dirty spot that can not be removed. Her intent was focused on there until she sees a wet spot coming from the skirt.

She continued rubbing his dick, gripping on his balls to apply pressure. "I can tell this naughty pussy is close to coming." She giggled again while sticking out her tongue. "I know a place where you can come instantly. Watch to remember, okay?"

Deku became stunned as she tightened her grip on his balls while licking the phallus of his dick through his panties. The intensity of her hands and her breath was making him getting close to climax.

"Let it out, baby," she tells him. "Milk me in your panties. Filter out that cream so I can partake."

Deku felt that he was able to collapse, but Blondie was supporting his body. In an instant, he grunted as he climaxed inside of his skirt. She used both hands to cradle his dick. She licked until there was nothing left. Just a wet patch of his semen and her saliva. Blondie releases her hand. She licked her hand.

"Yummy," she told the tired cinnamon roll. She let out her devilish smile. "Aww, my little puss puss! Your onee-chan isn't done with you just yet. I have to see if you don't have fleas."

Deku watched as her skirt began expanding. His eyes widened like saucers as her erection protruded from her skirt. "I don't like it when my kitty might be ill. May I use my special thermometer to nurse this kitty?"

She pulled her skirt, displaying her blue floral print panties. Peeking at the black bow was her dick. He scented the prowess of her womanhood inches away. He even spotted her juices dripping from it.

It was making his mouth water, causing him to purr.

"Meow," he purred.

"Oh," she said. "Say it once more, you naughty cinnamon roll."

"Meow."

"Does the kitty want his toy?"

"Meow."

"Does the kitty want his toy?"

"Meow."

"I can see why they call you a cinnamon roll. So sweet that I want to glaze you. Let's begin. Shall we?" She laughed. She watched as Deku crawled to her. Seeing him in that position only made her piston pump more of its juices.

"This is so cute," she said. As she is getting ready to press her throbbing member to his face, a cell phone rings. Blondie stopped what she was doing and went to the phone. It has to be serious if she was willing to stop the action on what she was going to do.

The woman was on the phone for a few moments. It didn't seem to faze Deku. He returned to the bed and picked up his cell phone. He had some other messages from his female clients. He returned a few messages as he waited for Blondie to get off of the phone.

As the audience, there is nothing we can do. You think that a story like this should keep going into sex, but life happens. We can only hope that Blondie and Deku will continue to engage in sex after this phone call. We will just have to see what happens next.

Deku hung up the phone. She displayed a very disappointed look. "It's my boyfriend, unfortunately. I have to get home." She pulled up her clothes. She sighed for she wanted to continue with her cinnamon roll.

"It happens," replied Deku. "Can't stop your boyfriend from worrying. Plus, I won't be going anywhere."

She was gathering her purse. She pulled some bills from her purse and put them on the bed. "Here is money for today and an advance on our next encounter." She headed for the door.

"Hold on a second," said Deku.

He pushed Blondie to the wall as they share a kiss. She kept her eyes shut as she was tasting their juices. They broke the kiss while she slid her hands down his face. "Next time, I will pick the place." She closed the door.

He returned to the bed and counted her money. There were ten $100 bills. They were crisp. This was many times the amount he usually gets. Not questioning it, he put the money in his wallet.

The phone rang.

Izuku returned to himself.

He saw that it was his mother. He answered on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"I won't be coming home tonight. I have an overnight flight to see your father."

"Yes, ma'am."

"You are good with money?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Don't stay up too late. Love you, Icchan."

"Love you too, Mom!"

His mother hung up the phone.

About a half hour later, he walked out of the hotel. He was back in his uniform. He had thoughts of going home until he received a text from his cell phone. "Another customer," he said aloud. He reached into his pocket and unwrapped another sucker. He placed it in his mouth and scurried away, disappearing into the cold night.

To be continued….

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Don't worry! Yuu will return to finish the job. What girl do you want to see next? Until next time!