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Dabi's pretty sure he's in heaven. A blissful, insane concept, considering everything he's done, to himself and others. All the sins of the father, and then his own sins on top of that.
But he's not sure how else to describe the situation at hand.
He pants, hoarse and stuttering, drool seeping from the staples in his cheeks as his skin stretches, mouth open around choked moans. The air is molten around him, shimmering with heat as his broad hands sink into Tomura's thigh and waist, squeezing pale flesh tight as he thrusts down into the wet, grasping clutch of his leader's pussy. Tomura's perfect, scratched up little tits bounce with each harsh thrust, and he sobs and arches on the bed, squirming and kicking as his bright red eyes roll back and he cums on Dabi's cock for the umpteenth time. His cunt is sloppy wet, stretched out around the girth of Dabi's dick, the jut of Dabi's hips pushing between Tomura's skinny thighs as he tries to get deeper.
"Fuck, boss," Dabi gasps, his chin dropping to his chest to watch as he slides his cock in and out, spreading Tomura's lips wide, his length coated in thick, opaque arousal. "So fucking good—so fucking good on my cock, holy shit —"
Tomura whines, shuddering. Dabi has his long legs folded up and his knees hooked over Dabi's shoulders, scarred, pale thighs littered with little bites and bruises. He's pretty sure the position is called a press of some kind, the way he's curled over Tomura's body and holding him down, cock spearing into his cunt as deep as he can get. It feels like heaven, hot and tight and so, so wet.
"Fuck," Tomura gasps out, voice reedy and thin, " Dabi , fuck—"
His little tits heave, flushed pink with arousal, nipples hard and perky. Dabi groans, watching the way they bounce, before ducking his head to mouth at them. The position doesn't really allow for it, but Dabi still tries his best to suck on them, tonguing at the peaks of his hard nipples and biting at the sensitive skin around them, dragging the ball of his tongue piercing along some of the raised scars and making Tomura keen and writhe. He fucks into his perfect cunt a little slower, more intentionally, luxuriating in the way his leader squeezes down on him, milking his cock and dragging him closer to the edge with every pulse and tense of his body.
"Gonna cum," Tomura gasps, shaking like a leaf, "fuck, fuck, gonna cum, please—"
Dabi groans. "Fuck—yes, yeah , boss, cum on my cock, c'mon—"
He fucks him harder, trying to get deeper, feeling Tomura's knees twitch and tremble on either side of his head. Dabi growls, hips digging into the backs of Tomura's thighs as he drives into him, forcing little moans out of Tomura with every thrust. The bed creaks and groans, the room filled with the filthy sounds of sex, rocking furniture overpowered by the sound of skin on skin, wet and slick, and their laboured breathing.
Dabi hisses steam out between his gritted teeth, only vaguely aware of the little pop in his nose as a vessel bursts and starts pouring blood, dripping off the curl of his upper lip and splattering over Tomura's tits in little droplets and smears. His cock is so hard he's pretty sure he could hammer nails, and with a slight shift, arching his back to force his hips in closer, he finally reaches the end of Tomura's perfect, perfect cunt, the head of his dick punching at his cervix with each hard, desperate thrust. Tomura almost howls , animal pleasure, tears spilling from his eyes as he convulses, cumming hard on Dabi's cock as he forces his way through the tight clutch of his body and against the entrance to his womb.
"Gonna cum too," Dabi snarls, panting open-mouthed, eyes half-lidded as he watches Tomura arch and tense, head thrown back and sweaty white hair sticking to his face and neck, "gonna fill you up, boss, gonna make you mine—"
Tomura sobs, clawing at the bed, barely even conscious of how many fingers he's using in the haze of lust. He chokes on a moan, filthy and desperate and God does vulnerable look good on him.
" D-daddy ," Tomura gasps, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, cracked lips splitting slightly and bleeding down his chin. Dabi's hips stutter for a second in shock, before how fucking hot he finds that hits him like a freight train and his hips move practically without input from his rapidly melting brain.
Dabi didn't think he could possibly get more turned on, but hearing Tomura call him that sends what little blood is still powering his dwindling sentience directly down into his dick with the rest of it. He's pretty sure he whimpers, actually, high pitched and needy, and he can't even be embarrassed about it, ‘cause that's the hottest thing he's ever experienced in his life and it has unlocked a kink he really didn't think he had. Or maybe he really was in denial about having, but Shigaraki Tomura, folded in half with his pussy being fucked into next week, calling him daddy ?
Yeah, Dabi is ruined for anyone else. His breeding kink is never gonna recover.
"Gonna cum," he gasps out again, and this time Tomura sobs, "fuck, fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum, make you carry my babies—"
Tomura squeals, legs twitching, and because he's always so unselfish in bed, even when Dabi has him pinned and unable to reciprocate, he plays along, voice raspy. "God yes- knock me up, daddy-"
Dabi snarls, hips stuttering as he starts to cum, cock throbbing. " Fuck yeah, d-daddy's gonna breed you good, gonna look so pretty like that-"
He stumbles over himself as he speaks, but even with how strange it feels to call himself that, it sparks heat in his belly that has nothing to do with his quirk.
Tomura clenches down on him, pulsing and squeezing his dick like a vice, milking his orgasm as Tomura gasps and moans, cunt gushing slick as he cums, the whole bed creaking and groaning as Dabi pounds him through it before his hips stutter as he tips over the edge as well.
He cums for what feels like ages, rocking his hips to get his load in deep, holding himself as close as he can get to Tomura's womb as he fills him up, panting harshly. Tomura huffs and wriggles, but doesn't complain, even though the position is probably hell on his hips and legs. He just lies there, taking it, and Dabi thinks he could cum again, just from that.
"Fuck," Dabi mumbles when he's finally done, slumping over Tomura's skinny body. "Fuck."
Tomura hums in agreement, shifting and frowning as his body aches. His legs tremble on either side of Dabi's head, and Dabi winces in sympathy, easing them down. He pulls out slowly, Tomura groaning at the drag of his cock inside him, and watches as his cum starts to ooze from his abused hole.
Dabi bites the inside of his cheek to stifle another curse, his dick giving a valiant twitch at the view. It's a rare thing for Tomura to ask for it raw, and Dabi can't help but savor the moments as they're gifted to him.
"Can I clean you out?" he asks, sounding like he's been chain-smoking, all raspy and fucked up; and licks his dry lips. He wants to taste the mix of them. Maybe that's gross, but he doesn't care, and Tomura doesn't seem to mind either. "With my tongue."
Tomura shudders, sighing all soft and sweet as Dabi works his thumbs into Tomura's undoubtedly sore hips. He warms his hands to add to the soothing effect, gaze flicking from the puffy, well fucked cunt in front of him up to his boss's red eyes.
"Sure," Tomura says, humming sleepily. "You always make me feel good."
Dabi groans again. "Fuck, you can't say that shit, you're gonna give me a heart attack."
Tomura cackles in response, a little manic. "I'm gonna take a nap," he says. "So don't take too long eating me out."
"Yeah, boss," Dabi says, grinning. "Anything you say."
Tomura smiles at him, lazy and satisfied, and Dabi takes a second to just appreciate him in all his glory; pale and scarred and perfect, before he ducks down and starts eating him out like a starving man, moaning at the taste of them both together, thick and heady. He pays extra attention to Tomura's fat little clit, swollen and somewhat neglected in the rush of things, sucking on it like hard candy before ducking down to lap at his folds and curl his tongue into his hole, swallowing their cum as it leaks out. Tomura whines, squirming a little, but Dabi holds him still, making sure he stays nice and open for him as he cleans him up with his tongue.
He slows after a moment, focusing on soothing curls and laps of his tongue, soft kisses to his folds and clit, offering a much less intense, more gentle kind of pleasure. It's not long before Tomura falls asleep, worn out as he is, but Dabi keeps going for a little while, unable to help himself. He's not all that surprised when his dick gets hard again, though it's kinda impressive considering how hard he came. He spends a while absently jerking himself off with his head still between Tomura's thighs as he eats him out, until Tomura stops tasting like his cum. At that point he can't hold back any longer and he has to climb up over Tomura’s sleeping form and slide his dick back in.
Tomura wakes up immediately, gasping and cursing as Dabi fucks into his soft, swollen cunt, oversensitive and sore. He's tearing up within moments, panting wetly into the pillow, but Dabi can hear the way he's moaning , too, the desperate little sounds that escape him as Dabi's cock drags over his g-spot, his thick little clit twitching against his pelvis. It took so long for Tomura to allow himself to show this kind of vulnerability during sex; to accept any loss of control at all. Just makes it sexier, now, to see him submit like this, give himself over to Dabi, trust him.
He fucks him slowly, savouring it, luxuriating in the way Tomura's body grips him tight as he tries to stay quiet. Dabi's hips are gonna be fucked up in the morning, sore and aching, but he's done worse than this before and he's addicted to painkillers anyway.
He makes sure to cum on Tomura's chest, this time, pulling out and stroking himself to completion, spilling his seed over his cute little tits and pretty pink nipples. He paints his pale skin with it, panting and groaning as he watches the way it pools on his boss's flushed skin. Tomura sighs, shuddering and shaking as he cums again too with a few lazy strokes of his clit, slick dribbling weakly down his crack as his cunt clenches around nothing.
Dabi collapses next to him, watching as Tomura's eyes flutter closed. He's so beautiful , like this, fucked out and messy with his hair undoubtedly forming knots that very second, ones that he'll grumble at Dabi to fix, and Dabi will take his time to gently work them free with his fingers and a comb. It's a shame they have to clean up and go back downstairs in the morning. Dabi wouldn't mind keeping Tomura like this forever, all sated and vulnerable.
"Damn," Dabi breathes, and doesn't manage to bite his tongue in time to swallow the words that slip out next. "I love you."
He waits for the inevitable, but there's nothing. No freak out, no panicked gasp, no explosion of quirk use. Not even derisive laughter or a threat, or some statement of disbelief following his absurd claim. Dabi looks up, and Tomura is smiling at him, sleepy and sated.
"Love you too, Dabi." Tomura mumbles.
Dabi's heart stutters in his chest. He swallows smoke.
"I mean it," he says, his wrecked voice cracking slightly. He's spilled his guts anyway, so he might as well go the mile and really disembowel himself here. "I really love you . Not just the sex, and the company.”
Tomura nods. "I know ." His smile widens, but it's genuine and gentle, not the manic rictus grin Dabi's used to. "Me too."
Dabi doesn't know what to do, so he just stares, mouth open. He watches as Tomura's eyes slip closed again, and he falls asleep right there, Dabi's cum still streaked across his tits and stomach.
Dabi groans, scrubbing a hand over his face.
This fucking guy. Springing a daddy kink on him, reciprocating his fucked up feelings and shit. Impossible little bastard.
"I'm fucked," Dabi mutters.
He sighs, rolling over to grab the wet wipes off the bedside table and start cleaning up. Tomura doesn't even twitch in his sleep as he's wiped down, which is both impressive and endearing, somehow. He tosses the dirty ones into the bin, and makes a note to remind himself to empty it out in the morning and spare Kurogiri the mortification.
He should probably take a shower, but he's not sure he could move without collapsing if he tried. He's so tired now, the adrenaline rush easing off and reminding him of the ache and tight stretch of his skin grafts, the shakes in his hands after letting his core temperature rise too much. He crawls back into the bed still-nude, and tugs Tomura in against his side and out of the wet spot with a soft grunt of effort. For such a skinny, lanky bastard, Tomura is an impressive dead weight when he sleeps.
Dabi presses a kiss to his forehead, and closes his eyes, letting the exhaustion take him.
...
The morning is just as awkward as he'd expected, but for a different reason than he'd thought.
"Dabi?" Toga says, staring at him like she's trying to figure out how they're related, constructing some red string conspiracy board in her mind.
"What," Dabi grunts, hunched miserably over his shitty, cheap instant coffee at the kitchen counter and not nearly awake enough for this shit. She's too loud, and his oxy hasn't kicked in yet.
"Why do you look like that?"
Dabi blinks. He looks like what? He checks himself over, but he can't see any obvious wounds or even blood. Tomura wore his gloves last night, so it's not like he could've even scratched Dabi with his nails; certainly not without enough force that Dabi wouldn't have noticed in the moment, and he didn't bite.
"Like what?" he asks.
"Like—" Toga gestures to her face. "You're all..."
Dabi squints at her. "No, seriously, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You look happy," Toga says, and Dabi feels the floor fall out from under him a little bit, like gravity had a hiccup. "You're smiling."
"Oh," Dabi says, voice strained, and one hand lifts to his face, covering his mouth. She's right, his lips are pulled up at the corners. It's not a huge smile, just a content sort of curl; his face is so numb he hadn't even noticed. "Uh."
"It's weird." Toga sniffs. "Don't do it."
Dabi takes a deep breath, trying to school his expression back to neutral. "Right."
"Hey, Toga, where'd you get the—" Twice cuts himself off, looking between Dabi and Toga with wide eyes. "Whoa."
"Right?" Toga says. "It's freaky, isn't it? He was smiling, too. Even without it you can tell!"
"You're...happy?" Twice says, like he's never heard of the concept. "I guess? It's a good look on you, man."
"You're both morons," Dabi says, turning away, face hot. It can't be that obvious, can it? He doesn't generally blush, but the skin grafts aren't stretched over the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks, so the pink tinge is visible on the remnants of his healthy skin. He can feel it. “I'm the same as always. You're making shit up.”
"Hey, boss," Twice says, wandering over to the couch where Tomura is hunched over his phone, glaring at the screen. "How do you make Dabi stop giving off sunshine and rainbow vibes? It's throwing off the status quo, man! He's supposed to be the brooding, edgy figure."
Tomura looks up, brows furrowed in confusion. “What? Dabi doesn't-” , red eyes widen when his head turns and he catches Dabi's gaze over the counter, and his expression softens almost immediately. "Oh," he says.
"Oh?" Dabi echoes, confused. "Oh what ?"
Tomura smiles at him, slow and wide, and Dabi's heart stops in his chest. "You look good," Tomura says, "when you're happy."
Dabi's face heats up again, and he clears his throat awkwardly, looking away. He can tell that the smile is tugging at his lips though, and he can't fight it. He huffs, trying to play it off, but when he chances a glance at Tomura he finds him still looking at him, pleased.
"Fuck you," Dabi mumbles.
"Later," Tomura says, and Dabi's remaining face is going to be permanently scarlet by the end of the day at this rate. "I was thinking maybe in the shower next time."
"What?" Twice says, blissfully oblivious even as Toga chokes on her laughter. "What's he talking about?"
Dabi laughs too, and he sounds a little desperate, nervous in a way he might attribute to having a school yard crush, except he never had time for that kind of thing. Maybe he does, now , though, because when else will he? It's running out. He might as well use this limited time for something… Sweeter. "Nothing, buddy, don't worry about it."
Tomura grins at him, and Dabi wants to go over and kiss him. He doesn't give in to the urge, but he really, really wants to.
Maybe next time, he will.