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A deep silence befell Kamino’s local villain hideout, a quiet so intense all that could be heard was the clicking of an old clock and the strained breath of Japan’s most twisted, scheming, titular antagonist, Shigaraki Tomura.
An unstable house of cards lay upon his wooden bar countertop, only two left to stack on the very top…
The young criminal's hands held the cards in question; all they had to do was meet to a beautiful point to complete his hour of meticulous work.
A deep breath, eyes fixated on such a specific and careful act…
Hands shaking, heart thumping…
SLAM
Aghast, he breathes out, eyes widening as his own air blows it all down…
Tomura’s eyes bulge as rage begins to build, an anguished grimace spreading across his face.
He snaps his head to who dared to destroy his peaceful alone time.
“What were you thinking, slamming my door like that? You have no manners!"
Tomura began to whine, pointing a finger at his delinquent associate, who decided to show up without any prior notice. The tall, scorched man couldn't find it in himself to give a shit. Dabi's indifferent demeanor consistently conveyed a lack of care for his leader’s feelings and personal endeavors.
“It's a heavy door,” Dabi spoke, using that as his excuse for forcing his way into the building, boot first.
Tomura's nails went straight for his own face, scratching his scarred under-eyes at an anxious pace. Rife with frustration, he couldn't help but have a tantrum, feeling as though nothing ever goes as planned for him. Dabi’s eyes couldn't have rolled further back into his head; the dramatics of it all irked him. He stared down at the pathetic display of self-mutilation due to one simple misstep.
“Where is everyone else?”
Dabi questioned bluntly.
It was easy for him to notice the lack of activity because the only sound filling his ears was nails scraping at dry, flaky skin. Tomura stopped scratching abruptly, slowly looking up to his fellow ne’er-do-well. Dabi’s nose crinkled at the sight of Tomura’s inflamed under eyes, previously healing skin now once again scratched raw.
“Doing their job, unlike you…. And Kurogiri is out for a meeting with Master…”
His tone was venomous and annoyed, anticipating some unnecessary flak from his ‘underling’.
Dabi gave a slight chuckle at that response, finding Tomura’s perspective to be…
Flawed.
“I'm here because I already got my job done… And what are you doing huh..? You're telling me you're working harder sitting here, playing cards by yourself?”
Dabi huffed, folding his arms in disapproval.
“I'm holding down the fort! Don't question my role here; you do as I say. You have no idea what you're talking about,” Tomura argued, childishly leveraging his position in the league over the other.
Dabi shook his head and sat down on the complete opposite end of the bar, pulling a cigarette box out from his coat pocket. He opened the lid and let his last cigarette fall out onto the counter. A soft sigh escaped his marred lips as he tossed the empty box haphazardly behind the bar.
Tomura watched from his peripheral, not wanting to seem too upset or interested in Dabi’s presence…
Sometimes he felt like using the ‘if I can't see him, he can't see me’ tactic on Dabi was the best way to avoid getting picked on by the other.
Dabi picked up his cigarette, pinching its head between his index and thumb, starting a small blue flame to get his fix. He took a drag, inhaling the smoky goodness, holding it within his abused lungs. Before smoke spilled out of his nose smoothly, his jaw loosely hung open to take in a faint breath. The smoke was heavy, likely due to the others' inhumanely high body temperature. Tomura immediately had a reaction, spiraling into a coughing fit from smoke inhalation. Dabi's eyes panned over to the other with a smug glare, taking another long puff.
“Agh! Do you mind?”
Tomura whined, covering his mouth and nose with a deep scowl.
“No…"
Dabi rebutted, continuing to smoke his cigarette without a care in the world. Tomura’s body boiled with pent-up anger, his patience running thinner with each disgusting breath Dabi let out into ‘his’ establishment.
“Knock it off!"
Tomura warned again, his brows furrowed, and bearing his teeth… Dabi refused to concede to his boss’ whim, completely uninterested in all this dramatic whining.
The young leader felt something tick in him as the other ignored his orders, abruptly grabbing his handheld console from the countertop and chucking it at the other man's head.
Dabi didn't react much initially, his eyes opening up, and the hand that held his cigarette pausing in place. His head slowly turned to look the other’s way, his expression was…
Quite dull, however, his eyes looked full of rage, their wideness showing everything Tomura needed to know…
Instantly, a wave of regret washed over the other, hopping up off his barstool and backing up slightly. Dabi kept his eyes on Tomura's own like a predator sizing up his prey. Without looking away, he rubbed his cigarette out onto the bar, leaving deep black scuffs into its red varnish.
Before long, Tomura found himself being charged at, making him freeze slightly in shock. Dabi got right in his face, shoving at his shoulders with his hands.
“What the hell do you think you're doing? You're gonna really throw something at my head like I’m some damn zoo animal?!"
Dabi barked in the other's face, making Tomura feel even more enraged and defensive, if not a little frightened.
Tomura elbowed Dabi to little avail, not wanting to get in trouble with Kurogiri by disintegrating a frustratingly valuable asset to their team. A shrill whine escaped his lips as Dabi's hand pressed up against his mouth, forcing his head back against a wall with a rough thud, making him a tad disoriented. The pyro user's rough hands covered the entire bottom half of the young leader's face, squeezing either side of his jaw firmly. Tomura felt as though he should be scared, maybe murderous even…
But with the other man so close, muzzling him with his palm and staring him down with a piercing blue gaze, he felt his loins tingle in as an unusual response to the stressful stimuli.
The demon king's successors’ gaze subdued, his body loosening up on instinct, despite his inner frustration at his subordinates' outburst. Dabi took immediate notice, eyes narrowing in inspection at the sudden shift in the others' demeanor. He could feel the heat begin to rise beneath the sickly pale man's skin against his palm, his face turning a more healthy shade of peach…
“What is this… What's your deal?"
Dabi questioned, staring, still as a rock for a few moments. Tomura didn't dare move a muscle, aside from his eyes fluttering open and shut in the occasional blink.
“Why aren't you fighting back anymore?"
Dabi asked once again, still confused about this behavioral overhaul. His body moved a little closer, his hand gripping tighter in an attempt to intimidate. Tomura’s eyes screwed shut, brows furrowing upwards at the sensation of his face being gripped in such a dominant fashion.
It was then that Tomura’s jaw began to softly tremble. Was it the nerves, the arousal, the anger? He was uncertain, but what he was certain about was that Dabi could feel his chattering beneath his clutch and would likely do something about it.
“What, are you scared or something?"
Dabi scoffed and let loose a chuckle, somewhat misreading the situation and Tomura’s reactions. He then let go and put both hands on the other's shoulders, roughly forcing him to his knees.
“Get down,"
Dabi commanded despite Tomura having already fallen. The young leader could feel his body rousing at it all, getting giddy at where this was headed, a faint smile creeping on his face.
“What are you smiling at? Are you mocking me?"
Dabi accused a flare of upset coiling in his chest as he roughly slapped Tomura across the face…
Tomura nearly fell over, catching his fall by the base of his palms, his eyes wide and cheek searing with a pulsing ache. What Dabi seemed to not understand was that his boss, while frail and whiny, was trained to take quite the beating…
It took a little effort for Tomura to keep from getting into a flashback. He blinked and grounded himself a little, the pain helping him grip reality. But Tomura had been shot, stabbed, punched, kicked, and arguably, worse…
A simple yet firm slap to the face by some unruly delinquent wasn't going to faze him.
Tomura gently held his cheek, making a bit of a show out of it for the other, intentionally. He postured as a submissive, his thin legs folded inward, his chapped lower lip caught in his teeth as his beautiful ruby red eyes caught Dabi’s own gaze. Dabi took a slight back step, trying to assess the situation at hand. He was a bit stuck in his cycle of anger and embarrassment, but also now feeling a tingling heat rise in his body from the way his boss was looking at him.
Dabi thought back to when the two had first met, the fire user brazenly calling the young leader ‘uglier in person’ than in his photo…
That was nothing more than a jab, something that Dabi didn't necessarily believe.
The truth was that no creature roamed the earth that Dabi found more undesirable than himself; projecting that onto others was a lot more fun than saying it in the mirror.
Shigaraki Tomura was not ugly…
Sure, his skin was fucked up, but Dabi knew exactly what that was like. There was a twisted charm to his long, ratty hair; its unique periwinkle color was something Dabi found immediately captivating. His red eyes were unique to the average black, blue, green, or hazel Dabi had so often seen in others. The mole on the lower left side of his chin, or technically Tomura’s right…
It was so sexy, something about it felt so mature and alluring despite it having no true sexual ties. And now sat like this, his petite frame filling Dabi’s gaze, longfully gazing up at him…
It was just a bit too much.
His brows furrowed, jaw clenched, unsure of how to proceed.
Did Tomura want him to ‘take charge’?.. It certainly seemed to be that way…
Dabi grabbed Tomura by the chin, handling him with more care this time as he forced him to look up.
“Do you want to make it up to me?"
The older man asked, causing Tomura’s face to flash with anticipation and surprise.
Dabi already has his answer, and before Tomura could react in a play of dominance, Dabi forced Tomura’s head to nod ‘yes.’
~
Dabi began to unfasten his belt, being slow and methodical with his hand movements, caressing over the metal grommets and notches on the light grey painted leather with his fingertips to rouse the other. Tomura was a very engaged audience member, eyes dancing around the visual of the elders' long fingers skillfully undoing the main clip until it popped open. Dabi lifted the hem of his tank top slightly, revealing a surprisingly white, wispy, happy trail peeking from beneath his boxer's waistband. Dabi wore dark boxer shorts with a simple pattern. Tomura couldn't get the best idea of what lay beneath…
But it didn't mean he wasn't fixated. If anything, it just made him that more curious…
“If you get remotely close to decaying my dick, you're getting your ass burned to a crisp, understand?"
Dabi threatened, his eyes narrowing.
Tomura nodded and rolled his eyes, letting out a bratty huff of annoyance that Dabi thought he'd do such a thing after he'd preserved him so well during their scuffle. His hand reached up, gently yanking Dabi’s jeans down further, around his knees; they stayed put due to their tightness. He then hesitated for a brief moment, unsure of where to even start.
It's not like Tomura hadn't done this before, quite the opposite. But this was the first time he was doing it with a guy he felt kind of eager to do it for, although he'd hate to admit that.
Dabi was someone younger, someone who fit what he felt his type was. A ‘bad boy.’
Tomura had always found pierced, darkly clothed, rude guys covered in scars to be super hot in video games and shows. So why now was he freezing up?
‘Am I actually… Nervous? Self-conscious? I don't want to… Disappoint him…’
Tomura thought to himself, as his lip twitched and eyes bore a hole into Dabi's lower half.
“Need a little guidance?”
Dabi scoffed, grabbing Tomura by the hair and pulling his face to the front of his boxers, holding his head there as a surface to softly rut on…
The young leader let out a soft whine of embarrassment and closed his eyes…
Tomura could feel the outline of Dabi's cock in the fabric rubbing along his face; it was so warm and seemed like a decent size…
His scent was a deep smoky musk, one that felt nearly suffocating yet intoxicating, like an aphrodisiac. Instantly, Tomura could feel slick start to bead down his cunt, dripping into the cotton of his own boxer briefs…
The blue-haired villain began to work his head on his own, nuzzling his face into the fabric more aggressively now. He could start to see Dabi’s hard on begin to form, the once limp, loose fabric growing more constrictive.
Tomura’s hips squirmed softly against the wooden floor, sensitivity growing in his jeans as the desire to see became more and more unbearable. He let out a soft whining growl as Dabi slowly pulled down his boxers, the impatient frown on Tomura's face replaced with a surprised look as the others' impressive manhood sprang out from its confines. Dabi was only at half mast, and yet he was more than the average size…
Just as Tomura had always fantasized it would be.
But not only that, it was also adorned with a beautiful silver Jacob's ladder, ribbed for any receiver's pleasure, and so aesthetically enticing.
Tomura snickered, leaning down and forward, Dabi's cock resting against his face as his tongue lay out flat, lapping at the other's ball sack. The arsonist winced in surprise, not expecting his bratty boss to pull such a bold move out of nowhere, although he certainly wasn't complaining. Tomura groaned against him, lewdly licking at the seam of his family jewels, taking one side into his mouth to softly suck on.
“S-shit-”
Dabi huffed out, his hand resting against the wall to keep his composure. This was not what he'd been expecting at all. Selfishly, he thought he'd be getting a scared, angry little brat he'd have to force into performing for him. Not some sort of secret seductive slut…
The expectational whiplash made his head dizzy, and his knees wobbled, but he was determined to stay standing. Tomura’s tongue licked all the way from base to tip, gifting Dabi a wet kiss on his ‘other’ head. He began to giggle faintly out of enjoyment, gazing at Dabi’s fully hard state… His cock now firm, with a rosy gradient.
“It's big, just as I'd suspected from you. You always deliver for me, Dabi…”
Tomura praised, gently holding the member up with 2 forefingers and his thumb. It was clear the other was affected by the words, his body heat rising and beginning to radiate, making Tomura start to sweat by proxy.
“I don't even know if it'll fit…"
The young leader whispered, taking his underling's cock into his mouth. It wasn't the easiest, but Tomura could fit his lips around Dabi. The real task came in with the length, as Dabi was more long than girthy…
Tomura breathed in through his nose before starting to throat the large appendage. His eyes screwed shut as he focused on not biting or choking, brows furrowed at the pleasure in his gut, swirling with each bob of his own head…
Occasionally, he'd pull away, lapping and teasing at Dabi's tip, each time more and more spit clung from his lips to Dabi’s aching manhood. But he couldn’t keep his cock out of his mouth for long.
“Fuck boss i- i-”
Dabi was really feeling it, normally when people gave him head, he was very nonchalant about it. Able to stand tall and stoic, watching their miserable attempts at a ‘performance’.
But this was very different; he found himself eager to chase the pleasure, eager to cum.
Dabi grabbed at Tomura's hair on either side, making little pigtails with the locks of hair in his fists…
Dabi began to roughly buck his hips, keeping Tomura still with his grasp. At first, Tomura wanted to squirm and flee on instinct, but quickly gathered himself…
His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he felt Dabi’s cock tunneling out his throat, his lips meeting the man's pelvis every few seconds as he was forced to take it all in…
He couldn't breathe, and it felt so good, his throat spasming around the mass, all while his cunt clenched around nothing, soaking through his boxers and jeans…
Dabi could feel himself reaching the edge, sparing little mercy for Tomura. There was spit dripping down between where they were connected, the sound of his cock sliding in and out alongside the muffled gagging of the symbol of destruction was far too much to handle. Dabi gritted his teeth, pulling Tomura in close, black painted nails digging at the roots of his hair as he climaxed…
Dabi let out a deep guttural groan as he spilled his hot seed down the other man's abused throat. Tomura was swallowing it all, cum bubbling around the corners of his mouth. Dabi could feel it clear as day; he had a lot to give. The older man then pulled out, his cock still pulsing as it spurted a little on Tomura's already messy face. Tears and spit rolled down Tomura's cheeks and jaw, and now fresh semen that dripped from his bangs and nose. His breath was heavy and laborious, cheeks a deep shade of red, and skin glistening with sweat. Dabi took the view before getting hit with some clarity, using his hand in his tanktop, wiping at Tomura's face as a makeshift rag…
“I was probably hard on you. My bad."
Dabi admitted in a vaguely uncaring tone. He looked away in a rare show of what seemed to be a hint of shame. He was trying to play it off, but his insecurity and second-guessing always peaked through the cracks of his tough exterior.
“Don't… Apologize…”
Tomura breathed out, his voice even more hoarse than before.
“Just… Fuck me…"
The young boss pleaded, his gaze full of desperation. Tomura was not one to beg, but even the thought of Dabi leaving him to tend to himself would probably make him have a major bitch-fit. Tomura didn't realize how bad this had gotten, his yearning, his want to have true fun, on his terms. And even though it started in a fight, it was different. Dabi was somehow different.
Dabi knew he'd need a few minutes to get hard again, but that gave him time to explore Tomura's body and toy with him.
“Come here."
Dabi said, grabbing Tomura up off his knees. He knew sitting like that was probably uncomfortable, and his legs would be aching. Dabi kicked his jeans off, discarding them on the floor, then picked Tomura up from underneath his legs. Dabi struggled with disability and malnourishment; he wasn't often keen on picking anyone up. But since joining the league, he'd gotten a little stronger, built some stability in his joints. And the young boss was so frail and thin it wasn't much different than carrying an older child weight-wise, aside from the two men being almost identical in height. He took him a foot away to the couch and dumped him on it…
Tomura lay there, his face flushed, and yet again Dabi saw another demeanor shift. Tomura now looked a little more submissive, maybe even a bit nervous.
“What's the matter, you changing your mind or something?"
Dabi asked, looking at the other curiously. His questions made Tomura's stomach churn with anxiety. How was he going to begin to explain what was going on with him down below, as it was a multilayered issue?
“I'm… I don't know how to -” Tomura looked away.
“Don't know how to what? Have sex?" Dabi questioned, his tone calm. He was still in his refractory period, so stopping now was no trouble to him. Tomura bit his lip at Dabi's open communication. He wasn't used to getting a word in, let alone someone noticing his discomfort and actually pausing ‘playtime’…
“I- have a… Skin condition–” Tomura started, with a brief pause to gauge Dabi's reaction.
The other man raised a brow, looking all over Tomura's face and neck.
…
“That much is obvious…"
Dabi replied, trying to point at the absurdity of worrying about that at this stage…
“What - no, I mean!! Ugh! I have a condition, down below…" Tomura admitted.
“Oh… Like an STD?-”
“NO!!" Tomura retorted in embarrassment.
“It's like, the skin on my genitalia is kinda thinner than average. Every time I do this stuff, I tear open, and it hurts real bad. It's not contagious; it's a hormonal condition for me, sometimes age causes it too. You aren't gonna catch anything!”
He huffed, looking away in self-disgust and humiliation.
‘Tear open… That sounds pretty violent…’
Dabi thought to himself, his brows furrowed. He didn't want to pry too far, not now at least.
“Ok, so what's the solution…?"
Dabi asked, trying to keep an open mind about this. It seemed as though Tomura wanted to sleep with him, but this was a barrier he didn't know how to cross. Dabi was certain there must be some sort of alternative.
“I-I dunno. I want to sleep with you, but I'll probably tear again like I always do. I guess I'm just warning you in case I'm in pain or start bleeding. Just - ignore it.”
Tomura resigned, frowning in frustration that was blatant on his face.
“Can I… Take a look?” Dabi sought answers and a solution.
“W-well- there's one.. Other thing…" Tomura started, but his voice wavered. Dabi kept quiet, ready to hear it.
“You– seem like a chill guy- I doubt you'd um care. Maybe you'd even like it- just promise not to beat my ass when you see…”
Tomura mumbled nervously. It was a risk not just telling Dabi up front, but in his fantasies, Dabi unpacking his unique surprise and enjoying it was a big turn on. And from what Tomura had seen, Dabi seemed like quite the non-traditionalist type…
He had faith his plan would work.
Dabi hummed, wondering what could be so bad it'd be worth beating Tomura over. He hoped it wasn't something super disgusting; he had no idea what to expect at this point. The way Tomura was so negatively describing himself, he was hoping it wouldn't be as horrific as he led on.
He huffed and decided to venture forth, gently unzipping Tomura's jeans and slipping them down, snickering a little at Tomura's oversized video game-themed boxers, although Dabi wasn't familiar with the brand. Tomura swallowed as Dabi began to peel off his soaked boxers…
Dabi's eyes widened as he took in the sight; this monstrosity he expected was just…
A cute pussy?
Soft, plump lips adorned with a wispy bush matching Tomura's ghostly hair color. Glistening and dripping wet with excitement.
“I'm sorry I-I don't see anything wrong here or any conditions or whatever–”
Dabi shook his head in disbelief, which surprised Tomura.
“It's not really visible, my skin condition is pretty mild compared to how bad it can get…” Tomura admitted, softly spreading his lips so Dabi could look closer…
“See, I tear on the hole… At the bottom. And my flesh is a little paler… That's the only way to tell, really, unless it's like… Eaten away at everything like for some people.”
Dabi saw it now, the outer edges of Tomura’s labia were a slightly paler pink compared to the inside. A red line was present down his perineum, indicating a split that was now healed shut. A couple of shiny, scale-like pieces of skin were present around his vaginal opening and rectal area. They were actually rather pretty, nothing Dabi had ever seen before. Dabi ran a finger over one of the spots on Tomura's inner thigh. It was completely soft and felt like normal skin.
“Does that hurt?" Dabi asked.
“Does what hurt?" Tomura questioned.
“Guess not… Huh. I see what you mean by the tearing, you have a little scar… But, honestly, I don't think it'll be a problem if I prep you,” Dabi suggested, noting to himself that the skin was a tad thinner, but if he was careful, soaking and stretching Tomura enough, he'd likely avoid splitting.
“Prep?”
Tomura questioned; he'd never heard of prepping for sex before. This raised alarm bells for Dabi immediately. Whoever Tomura was banging clearly didn't have his best interest in mind, or they were as naive about intimacy as him. Either way, Tomura never being prepped started to make a lot more sense as to why he was so nervous about getting hurt again. Dabi sighed gently.
“Yea, prep… Like preparation, you know? Most people prepare before having sex, even pornstars and sex workers. Plenty of different types of prep you can do depending on what you get up to. For your case, if you want something inside without tearing, we'd have to stretch you out nice and slow, and make sure you're lubed up to avoid friction burns. Kinda like, pulling an elastic band… If you pull it open super fast, it'll probably snap; your chances of not damaging it are to slowly open it instead. Not foolproof but improves your likelihood of not ripping open, at least not to this degree.”
He gestured vaguely at the small red line on Tomura's lower half.
“Wait, so… Is that kind of stuff normal to do beforehand? Isn't all that a big hassle? Wouldn't you rather just stuff it in me?”
The younger man asked, squinting in distrust.
“I certainly wouldn't mind it, I'm not a saint by any means. But you're even dumber than I'd imagined if you really think I'm so inexperienced I can't make prep fun for the both of us.”
Dabi said, opening his mouth before starting to fiddle with something inside with his fingers.
“I'm not dumb… Ngh, what the hell are you doing? Get your fingers out of your mouth, that's gross."
Tomura scolded, tilting his head, trying to get a better look at what the other was doing.
“I've modified my body for many things, recreational fun included.”
Dabi stated simply, fishing around in his coat pocket for something, before pulling out a baggie of assorted piercing bars, needles, and jewelry. He let what seemed to be a simple metal bar with two balls on either end slip into the bag before plucking a new one out that was quite similar but looked more pill-shaped.
“Stole this baby off the shelf recently, haven't been able to try it out. Guess it's your lucky day.”
He replaced the piercing, which Tomura could now see was on his tongue; he had no clue how he'd never noticed that before. Dabi was a major mumbler, so it made a little bit of sense.
“Not sure what that has to do with me or this prep crap, but whatever."
Tomura scowled, skeptical as ever. Much to his shock, Dabi leaned down gently, tugging the hem of Tomura’s black shirt up to expose his flat tummy. The stapled man began to kiss along his stomach, navel, all the way to his pubic mound…
“Woah hold on- I don't have a dick, are you seriously allowed to be doing stuff like that down there?”
Tomura stammered, shocked at this revelation. He'd given head hundreds of times but had never gotten so much as a kiss on his own area; he assumed it must have just been unsanitary.
Dabi simply looked up, smoothing a warm hand across Tomura's inner thigh. Tomura’s lips shut quickly.
Even simple petting felt electrifyingly good; Tomura had no idea as to why. He'd been touched so many times, but this felt so new and pleasant. The idea of him being out of his depth began to swim around in his mind. He was so smug about sucking dick, but now that it was his turn to be pleased, he was floundering. His eyes shot open, rattled from his inner thoughts as Dabi's warm lips kissed his clit, and even worse, he took a lick. Tomura's hips jutted forward in pleasure, making Dabi force his legs still.
“Settle…"
He hummed, before going back down again, this time saving poor Tomura from the teasing and headed right into licking again. Tomura's heart hammered in his chest. This sight and feeling of Dabi’s hot mouth kissing and lapping at his cunt was something he could never have imagined in his wildest wet dream. This was still a foreign concept to him, but it felt so incredible, his legs trembling from the excitement alone.
“D-dabi… Oh, Dabi, that feels so incredible.”
Tomura weakly proclaimed, his hand going to his own mouth to smother the sounds and praises he couldn't help but let out. The cold metal of the piercing rubbing on his clit and the hot warmth of Dabi’s tongue's outer edges running along his folds was a perfect combination. Tomura couldn't help but watch the other man eat his cunt, a guy the younger man couldn't help but find so cool and stoic was now doing something so perverse and hot, all for him, no less. A smile crept on his face at the display. Dabi didn't seem to be unamused either; his facial expressions relaxed, and occasionally twitched into a more aroused look when he'd take the occasional glance up at the other.
“D-does it taste good, Dabi?” Tomura swallowed nervously as he honestly had no idea what he was supposed to even taste like. Dabi's brows furrowed, his eyes becoming more drowsy as he didn't respond but started to explore even more aggressively with his mouth. The young leader gasped, feeling his hole and outer folds begin to get some attention, closing his eyes at how lewd and wet the sounds in the air were becoming.
Dabi pulled away, making Tomura immediately worry a little. But his worry turned into anticipation as Dabi fiddled with his piercing again, twisting the pill shape until it started to buzz in his mouth.
“This should be fun."
Dabi remarked, and before Tomura could respond, that the now vibrating tongue piece was rubbing against his inexperienced clit. The young boss couldn't help but begin to moan and arch his back, the vibrations sending pleasure and heat coursing up his entire front.
“O-oh god, it's getting so hot in here…"
Tomura whined, unsure if it was the room, him, Dabi, or all of the above. His instincts had him take off his shirt, exposing his two tiny, perky breasts…
It seemed Dabi was warm too, slipping off his coat and tank top before getting back to work.
Tomura’s thighs felt nice resting on Dabi’s shoulders; the man's skin was an interesting texture and kept him warm and cozy while now completely nude in the cold bar. Dabi shifted his head a little, and Tomura felt something poke at his entrance before slipping in with relative ease.
“W-what’s that?!!"
Tomura exclaimed, his walls tightening around the foreign object. It didn't feel too big and didn't hurt either, but was surprising nonetheless. Dabi moved his head and sat up to show Tomura.
“My finger, ease up…"
Tomura did as he was told and relaxed his inner muscles the best he could, his cheeks flushing red at the sight of Dabi’s deadly finger at work on his hole. His mouth made an O shape, his eyes drooping as he watched the erotic action. Dabi toying with his wet cunt, nice and deep, his finger glistening each time he'd pull outwards before dipping back in.
“Looks real nice like this. Bet you'll take my cock in no time. I would have gotten to this much sooner if I knew my boss had a little pornstar pussy underneath those ratty jeans.”
The burnt man teased, his voice low and sultry, like music to Tomura's ears, with a little husky wheeze to make it just right.
“O-oh Dabi~…"
“Here, this'll feel good…"
Dabi grabbed Tomura’s own hand and licked at his fingers before resting two of them on his own clit.
“You've jacked off before, right?”
“I-i dunno… Maybe?" Tomura wasn't sure of anything anymore. Dabi was exposing him to a whole new realm of sexual pleasure. How could he be certain of what anything was meant to be like after this?
“Rub in a circle, side to side, or up and down. There's no real right answer, any pace, any amount of pressure… It's different from person to person, so try to find what makes you tick… I'll try to match your pace.”
“O-ok…”
Tomura began to gently rub at his clit, which made Dabi’s finger drag in and out of him slowly, matching his rhythm. This speed felt like a nice massage, with the occasional jolt of pleasure. He didn't mind it and kept at it for a while. After a minute or so, Tomura felt like he needed a little more…
His breathing got more labored as he picked up the pace, and Dabi obediently followed along.
Their eyes locked, and Tomura felt like a curious creature, curious what it'd be like if Dabi went much rougher on him. Each second he got a little firmer and faster, almost like a little challenge…
Tomura pressed down on his clit harder, rubbing faster, and started to get a bit more vocal again. Dabi, in return, slowly added a second finger. It was a stretch for sure, but Tomura was sopping wet at this point, so it wasn't much of a struggle. The fullness made his eyes roll back; he achieved an internal pleasure he'd never felt previously. He didn't even know it could feel remotely good on the inside, his vagina clenching harshly out of habit from his traumatic pain response. But in this scenario, that additional tightness only made it feel that much better.
His pace of masturbation tripled, body aching for Dabi to match him in this brutal duet. Dabi delivered, middle and ring finger both slamming knuckles deep within the younger villain's tight pink pussy, making him scream out in pleasure. If the building itself and those adjacent weren't abandoned, someone surely would have filed a complaint by now.
“Dabi! It's coming, it's coming! I-i-”
Tomura wasn't sure what was about to happen, but he assumed he'd either pee, or maybe finish if that was even possible for a biological ‘female’ to do…
Whatever it was, he felt Dabi would understand.
Tears started to prickle in Tomura's eyes as both their hands worked at his cunt. The overstimulation was intense, and before he knew it he was squirting all over Dabi's fingers… Tomura's legs shook, and he practically howled as his walls contracted around the others' long digits that continued to thrust into his cunt even after he'd stopped rubbing his clit. Sapping more and more fluid from him each second, and it wasn't helped as Dabi removed his fingers and went at his sensitive spot with his tongue once again. Growling in pleasure against the saccharine flesh, eager to consume the fruit juice of his labor.
“No! No no no Dabi! Ahh Dabi, stop! Oh yes yes, just like that, you're so fucking ahh!!"
Tomura pleaded lustily, then immediately sang a different tune once he reached a second climax in quick succession. Wetting Dabi's face with his arousal, the force and energy consumption of which caused him to sweat and feel a little lightheaded…
Dabi turned off his vibrating tongue piercing and continued to gently lap at Tomura’s folds, like a hungry, greedy animal…
Tidying him up just a little bit as the other collapsed back against the couch, moaning faintly and weakly.
“You taste pretty sweet for such a crotchety old creep, boss.”
Dabi remarked, giving Tomura that sly smirk he hated seeing so much.
“Whatever… You taste salty and gross.”
He stuck his nose up at the other in retort.
“Can't say I'm shocked, my diet sucks."
Dabi chuckled, softly rubbing at Tomura’s outer thighs…
“So…”
Tomura started.
“So…?"
Tomura was annoyed by Dabi’s reply, hoping he'd catch what he was laying down. But instead, he was being suave and douchie. Tomura clicked his teeth and lay down more, pulling his legs back a little.
“Are you hard again…?”
Tomura squinted, softly pulling his gooey cunt open, showing off for his mate. Dabi stood up; his cock had been out the whole time as he sat on his knees, and it was apparent he was very erect again. Probably for quite a while, considering the glisten of precum dripping down his shaft was easy to catch.
“You sure you still want this? You shouldn't tear at this rate, but it's never 100%.”
Dabi asked, his cock twitching a little as he glanced at the open hole presented to him.
“I'll… Try…"
Tomura said through his uncertain grimace, his nerves apparent but desire overriding his worry. Dabi hummed, grabbing Tomura's hips and pulling him towards himself, making the other man wince.
“Hey… Relax.”
Dabi said, resting the back of Tomura’s legs on his front, as he softly pressed his cock flat against the man's folds.
“Need to wet my cock first… I'm not gonna ram into ya unless you ask first. Not when you're… Like this.”
Dabi started to gently grind against Tomurai’s slick. Using the younger’s self-lubricating organ to his advantage, as he didn't have any synthetic lube on him.
“Dabi…”
Tomura interrupted, making Dabi stall his grinding to a halt. He looked into Tomura's eyes, meeting his gaze to give his undivided attention.
“This-... This is gonna sound so stupid. And I know you, I know you'll just make fun of me, god why am I even asking…”
Tomura felt stupid for whatever was on his mind, breathing in heavily before continuing.
“I'm not trying to be like, weird… But could you maybe like… Touch me, or hold me… Or even… Ugh. You know, stuff to kinda rile me up… Not that I want any lovey crap, it's just, cold in here and- you know?!”
He folded his arms and pouted, looking away in frustration.
“You seem pretty riled to me already."
Dabi let out a husky laugh.
“Ugh, just forget it then…"
Tomura immediately resigned, covering his face with his hands.
“Boss.”
Dabi said, uncovering Tomura’s face…
He then held his shaft, gently angling his tip against Tomura's hole.
“We're about to get very, very close. Don't you worry."
Tomura's eyes shot open as Dabi gently began sliding the tip in, his vagina tensing up again on reflex. Dabi softly thumbed at his clit, the pleasure causing the other's cunt to suck him in a little deeper…
“Whoa.. Heh.."
Dabi smirked, feeling a point of resistance not too far in. So far, it stung a little for Tomura, but not centralized around his perineum as usual…
And usually by now he’d have an immediate vaginal tear; this all was a very pleasant surprise.
“Gonna have to push past that tight pelvic wall. It'll probably pinch a little since you're a bit tense, but in my experience with others, they say once it's opened up and stretched, the kinda pain fades away.”
Dabi warned, leaning himself forward a little to get closer to Tomura…
“Dabi I… I… “
Tomura wasn't sure what to think of this; he was nervous and had pushed past this point before. But he was usually in so much pain in these scenarios beforehand that his pelvic walls would never acclimate to the agony.
“Shh…"
Dabi leaned down, his nose brushing against Tomura's as he applied more pressure with his hips. Tomura's eyes screwed shut, feeling a pressure building…
Before Dabi locked lips with him, pressing past his tightness with a slightly firmer push with his long appendage. Tomura moaned loudly against his lips, his thighs closing tight around Dabi’s sides…
Dabi wrapped his arms tight around Tomura’s shoulders. The point of resistance only hurt for a brief flash, but now with it stretched open, and Dabi’s dick deeper inside it felt amazing.
The older man rocked his hips slowly, and Tomura could feel each drag of his cold piercings popping into his cunt. He was worried they'd hurt, but they added a nice extra texture that rubbed him in all the right spots. Dabi pushed forward until his tip was nestled against Tomura's cervix, their bodies completely pressed together in a very deep, intimate embrace. Tomura's toes curled, whimpers and huffs escaping his throat as Dabi pulled away from their kiss.
“I-I I didn't split! It feels so good inside~” Tomura whispered in awe, “And you're so b-big and– ahh!"
Dabi slid out a few inches before pushing back into place, testing to see if any movement would be hard on Tomura. He was more than happy to just cockwarm if that was the case. Tomura's calves softly squirmed on Dabi's shoulders, his hips bending and folding at the others' will…
“Oh g-god, it feels so good! Ugh, give me more damnit…"
Tomura demanded, wrapping his arms around Dabi’s neck and pulling him down into another kiss. Dabi obeyed, his hips starting to move forward and back at his boss's request, pulling longer strokes now that he was more confident the man would enjoy it. Tomura could feel his sticky slick pooling down his ass and dripping down Dabi's cock onto the couch, a mess he didn't concern himself with; it was just a sign of his arousal, and he wouldn't fuss until later. Tomura groaned loudly between kisses, Dabi catching his open mouth with his tongue, starting to make out with him as his pace got faster. Their tongues danced together, creating a melody of pleasure and lust, voices just as intertwined as their figures. The sound of wet skin on skin was the perfect percussion, a lewd unhideable testament to their performance and passion.
Dabi straightened his posture, standing upright more as he decided to take in the view, being a little selfish. Tomura whined at the loss of contact but shut up quickly as this angle allowed Dabi more leverage to start fucking him faster…
The older male held onto his calves, massaging up to his ankles and holding them. Tomura was so feeble that Dabi’s slightly larger-than-average hands fit completely around him with ease.
His eyes trailed across the young leader's small figure, those small tits bouncing with each thrust, keeping up the same pace, and watching himself dominate the high and mighty Shigaraki Tomura was giving him unfounded confidence and excitement. Much more than fucking the average hooker he found on the streets, this was different; this was personal.
“You deserve this, you deserve to get knocked down a peg. After everything you've done today, and done to me in the past… Look who's beneath me moaning and whining like a bitch in heat.” Dabi's cruel words invigorated Tomura, arousing him to no end when he should be reprimanding the poor behavior.
“I should punish you for talking to me like that.”
Tomura scowled, although the hardness on his face was constantly faltering into something more pleasant.
“You love it when I bully you, It's obvious you get off on it. You’ve probably wanted me to abuse your little girl holes since the day we first laid eyes on each other." Dabi barked out a laugh at his own cruel words. The perverse and disrespectful terminology made Tomura’s insides flutter with pleasure, much to his chagrin.
“You're such a good-for-nothing c-creep! I should have never let you… Ohh.. Ugh..”
Tomura was cut off by Dabi pushing his legs to lie on one side, them being pressed together, making him nice and tight as Dabi began fucking him on his side. Dabi slowed a little to accommodate for the tightness, rubbing his hands along Tomura’s thigh closest to him.
“What was that, boss? I couldn't hear you over the sound of you loving my cock.”
Tomura gasped in offense, his cheeks flaring red in humiliation at Dabi's crude quip. Gritting his teeth in frustration as Dabi slammed his hips against the bottom of his ass, his thighs so close together it only allowed a small gap to fuck him through.
“God… You're such a bitch."
Dabi remarked, slamming his hips forward, making Tomura smile, his eyes rolling back momentarily. The blue-haired villain giggled weakly at the notion, despite how angering it should have been. He could play along like he fully condemned it, but he couldn't bring himself to pretend he hated this treatment…
It was a fun little game between the two of them. Dabi chuckled in return, having a surprisingly good time just enjoying the motions.
“Dabi…”
Tomura started, using the soft sole of his foot to gently push on the other's chest…
Dabi was a tad concerned he may have torn him, slowly pulling out as Tomura pushed him away. One glance at Tomura’s pussy reassured him though, flushed, stretched, dripping, and unharmed. He then understood as Tomura shifted, rolling over on his hands and knees, shuffling to the edge of the couch, and resting his face against the back of it, his arms politely folded beneath himself.
“I'm gonna be a bit meaner to you now, just a fair warning."
Dabi simply put. The submissive coyly swayed his rear in response, not too keen on wasting any more time. Dabi firmly grabbed him by his hips, making sure to manhandle the other a little to keep him excited.
“You have a surprisingly nice ass for a guy who's so skinny; so soft~.”
Dabi complimented, running his hot hands along the other's small heart-shaped backside. He then moved forward, caressing his tip along the drenched entrance before easing in once again.
“O-oh!! That's so deep!!" Tomura whined as the other bottomed out. Dabi could see the grip on his dick each time he dragged in and out. The sensation was immaculate, and the visual made it hard for him to hold back.
Tomura's behind lacked many blemishes, unlike his face and collar area…
The incredibly smooth skin was satisfying to run his hands along. Beauty marks decorated his shoulder blades, the backs of his arms, and even one on his right asscheek. It was very attractive to Dabi, the medium-length hair really did it for him as well, making his villainous, standoffish boss look rather conventionally beautiful from the back…
Although after tonight, Dabi didn't feel as though he could deny that he enjoyed the young leader's front just as much. A gorgeous, unique face with a full head of tangly, wavy hair, and that damn bratty smirk. The perky tits were a new bonus.
The more he thought about it, the more riled he became, pulling Tomura’s hips back and forth onto his manhood like he was a personal fleshlight. Starting to spare the softness he had exhibited before. Tomura's eyes rolled back, his mouth hanging slightly agape as his subordinate tunneled him out. Lustful sounds rolling off his tongue, his backside began to slam back to meet Dabi's halfway.
“Oh– god you're fucking me so good.. D-dabi…”
Tomura praised, his forehead pressed against the cold leather couch, his face burning and flushed…
The praise shot up Dabi's abdomen, making his chest tight and burn with anxious excitement.
Dabi was a glutton for attention and acknowledgment; this one-on-one time with his leader was progressively stroking his fragile ego. Mania started to seep into the forefront of his brain; each second connected to Tomura like this added on more and more layers of attachment and possessiveness.
“That's it, praise me… Praise me more."
Dabi huffed out, grabbing Tomura by the back of his hair, tilting his face towards the ceiling. Tomura hissed at the tension in his scalp, panting as Dabi started to slam into him with ruthless fervor.
“Oh god yes!! Yes Dabi! Keep pounding my pussy just like that, fuck fuck fuck… Keep fucking me! Please, please!"
Tomura vocalized, groaning aggressively at the rough treatment. When he'd get rougher treatment in the past, it never felt even half as good as it did in this moment. Dabi moved his hand to grab hold of Tomura's neck, shoving his face against the worn leather. He hiked up one leg to allow himself a better mount on his mate, fucking Tomura as deep as his body would allow…
Tomura was left screaming in ecstasy as his cervix got throttled, sweat beading down his face, and his thighs trembling in pleasure as his orgasm suddenly rippled through him.
Dabi whined out, panicking briefly as Tomura’s eager cunt held him firmly, the heavy convulsions massaging his manhood, begging to milk him…
He didn't know if the other was on the pill or not; it was probably already too late to worry about that with Dabi’s tendency to ‘leak’, but before he burst, he pulled out.
He stood there panting, blind with pleasure and ready to cum…
Without much thought, he angled his cock up, slipping into Tomura’s even tighter little hole.
Tomura yelped, squirming at the sudden intrusion. The ring of his asshole stung at the stretch, but the slick from his pussy when he was previously sat upright had him shockingly well lubricated. And similar to his cunt, the deeper Dabi pushed, the better it felt.
“Dabi, you fucking pervert, what's wrong with y-ahh!”
Tomura grimaced as Dabi started fucking his ass without even a word, and as mad as Tomura wanted to be, it felt so naughty and so good.
“I'm close… It won't take long… Just be a good boy for me."
Dabi wheezed, his hands shaking lightly unless they were gripping Tomura's thin waist. Tomura felt a deep-rooted sick pleasure that Dabi was acting this way, commanding the younger just lie and submit. So barbaric, careless~
“G-god, I can't believe you l-love fucking your own boss in the ass. You really are a disgusting freak!”
Tomura cackled in disbelief between whimpers and moans, still enjoying their tug of war of insults, even though it was clear who was winning this battle in the end.
“O-ough god… “
Tomura started to feel dizzy. Dabi's balls slapping against his cunt and dick deep in his guts was a lot of stimulation at once. Before he knew it, tears started to flow down his cheeks. He wept softly with a wavering smile, muttering Dabi’s name lovingly like it was some sort of ritualistic prayer.
“Don't hide those tears from me… And say my name louder, got it?”
Dabi demanded, roughly swatting Tomura on the ass, making his pale skin sting red.
“D-dabiiii…~”
Tomura cried out, starting to hiccup and sniffle.
“Again, say it again…"
Dabi groaned.
“D-dabi!! Dabiii…"
Dabi was close but needed one more extra push.
“S-say Touya!”
The elder exclaimed, his voice almost frantic.
“Wh– whu?? Ha-huuh?"
Tomura was kinda dazed, the others' demands not fully computing in his head, his head poking up a little from where it rested on the couch…
“Dumb fucker just say it, say my name, my real name!"
Dabi shouted at him, his hands reaching below Tomura’s torso, pulling him to stand more upright, fondling his tits harshly. The sudden shift made Tomura snap back to full awareness, the weight of Dabi’s request fully seeping in.
“F-fuck!! Fuck! T-ouya! Touya please!! I can't, I can't take it!! I can't take it anymore, I-I love this too much, I love you Touya!!!~."
Tomura sobbed out. This sent Dabi well over the edge. He roughly bit at Tomura's neck, enough to draw blood as he shot hot ropes inside the other. The pressure and sudden fullness alongside the searing pain was enough to make Tomura squirt again, a heavy amount. He completely soaked the couch and floor below them; he may as well have pissed himself.
Both men were completely out of sorts, Tomura letting out a soft yelp as Dabi pulled out and practically collapsed on him. Dabi was burning up. Tomura hadn't realized it in all the action, but he was boiling to the touch.
“OW HOT!! Ugh, jerk!" Tomura groaned, elbowing the man off and shuffling aside. He pouted, looking at Dabi, who was slumped over next to him, smoke billowing out his facial cavities like a chimney…
“Uh… Dabi…? Dabiii…" Tomura said, poking wearily at the man's nose.
He sighed into his hands at the lack of response, sitting with fresh semen coating his ass and pussy, on a sex scented bar couch, his second in command passed out nude by his side, the air smelling of smoke and the hardwood floor sopping wet…
“I’m gonna be in so much trouble when Kurogiri gets home…”