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Dabi is not a person anyone will ever be proud of. That's not a surprise. He went wrong as a child and his father could never get over that. His mother hated the sight of him when she was too consumed with her own weakness and couldn't stand that he wouldn’t be dragged down and accept the sorry lot that she already had. He was definitely not the docile, broken kid that weird hospital wanted from him. And, he knows, plenty of people would be disgusted by his choice of recreational activities.
"Fuck, ah! Harder!" He tries to push back into the thrusts, trying to make the stretch of his ass feel like more because this is the last chance he's going to get to do this for a while and he wants it to be good damnit! "Is your cock really that pathetic?"
The guy fucking him growls and brings his hand down hard against Dabi's ass. He moans, the pain sharp under his skin and making his cock twitch against his miniskirt. "Shut the fuck up! You think you can talk to me like that, you little sissy whore?"
"If you can't fuck me well enough to shut me up, then that's your fault!" He snaps right back. Getting called a sissy isn't anything new. It's not like he can be a guy who likes to dress up in lingerie and whatever feminine fetish gear that he can find in sex shops and not expect to get called that kind of shit. He just doesn't love it, especially not from someone who can't even get him into his subspace. And this is not cutting it. The guy spanks him again and that's really the only thing that's doing it for him.
Dabi is suddenly really glad that this love hotel didn't settle just for having a mirror on the ceiling, but one on the wall across from the bed as well. It means that he can see himself in it as he's being held on his hands and knees. He didn't think he was that conceited, but he's honestly getting more turned on by seeing himself in the mirror than he is getting fucked. He likes wearing the little pleated, plaid miniskirt. He likes his cute knee-high socks, the garter belt holding them up, and the leather and mesh bralette that's cupping his chest. He looks good in these clothes when most of the time he doesn't look like anything but a burn victim that should have died years ago, either from the initial injuries or from complications after the fact. He doesn't normally feel very good about himself, but when he's dressed like this, when he's getting fucked like this because other people think he's hot in these kinds of clothes, that soothes him in a way he has a hard time putting into words.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't also want the sex to actually be good when he's like this. He wants it to be good. He wants to cum hard before he has to ditch these clothes before he goes to interview for the League of Villains. And if this guy isn't gonna do that for him, Dabi isn't going to waste his time. He heats his insides sharply enough that the dude yelps and scrambles to pull out.
"Fuck, Christ! What the fuck was that?!" Dabi shifts on the bed reaching down to his abandoned coat to pull his cigarettes out of the pocket and lights up with a pinky.
"Your dick fucking sucks. Get lost before I set your pubes on fire for not being worth my time."
"What? Are you fucking kidding me? Get back on your knees, bitch or I'll--"
Dabi inhales the smoke and breathes out a gout of flame that easily catches the nest of curls above his lackluster cock. That shuts the guy right up, screeching as he puts them out, his erection disappearing as he scrambles to find his clothes and get out of the room as fast as possible.
"Crazy whore!"
Not really. He didn't want the League to catch wind of him turning tricks so he stopped taking cash for quick back alley blowjobs a few weeks ago. Besides, he paid for the room, and he is fully intending on getting his money's worth of it. He gets up and relocks the door and turns on some music before he gets back onto the bed. There is plenty in the room for him, the wand at the headboard wrapped in a sanitary bag and plenty of different kinds of lube and condoms. He takes a drag on his cig and looks at himself in the mirror above the bed as he lays on it. The lipstick he put on earlier is faded and a little smeared, making his lips look bruised from the deep gray tint that was left behind from the black. He likes the way that looks, though he tends to like seeing his makeup smeared a little more than just lost on the rims of glasses and the butts of his cigs. But whatever. He still looks pretty. He likes looking pretty like this, likes the way that his chest looks cupped in the bra, likes how long his legs are without looking so thin and weak the way he thinks they do when he's not wearing his stockings. His concave stomach looks slender instead of starving when he's dressed up like this. He loves how he looks in his skirt and panties. Loves the way it brushes against his thighs, how cute it looks when he's starting to get hard and it tents up enough to show the soft silky panties underneath. He smokes with one hand, but the other moves over his body, feeling the way the clothes cling to him. They aren't really the best fitting or the nicest. A close look would show people that he's re-hemmed the skirt a few times, careful eyes would notice the mesh part of the bralette isn't like that because it's artistically grunge, but because it's thin and old, and Dabi couldn't patch the worn holes without it being obvious so he added in some new ones instead. He fantasizes sometimes about being able to afford better stuff, but this is enough for now. He shouldn't spend the money on these kinds of things anyway.
His hand moves down over his stomach, overlapping his scars and starting to rub his fingers over the seam. His ass still stings from the spankings, but he wants a deeper spark of pain to get him going a little harder. He doesn't usually ask for that when he's with a partner, usually afraid of it going too far and actually hurting. But now he teases that sensitive spot as he finishes his cig, putting it out in the tray on the nightstand before his other hand moves to tease at his nipples through his bra. The piercings through each bud feel like they conduct the pleasure of the touch through his skin and make it feel even better. Dabi melts against the bed, watching himself start to flush beneath his scars and his cock start to harden again. The guy didn't even bother to take off his panties, didn't bother to try and warm him up for anything. He just slobbered on his neck and pulled them aside so he could shove a cursory two fingers inside of him to spread lube along his walls before he rolled on a condom and pushed him onto all fours. Whatever. Dabi can make himself feel good just fine. He toys with his chest, pulling his bralette low so that it looks like he's bursting from it, and teases his fingers lower. He doesn't mess with the hem of his skirt. He likes how he looks in it too much to consider taking it off while he's touching himself.
Dabi palms his cock through his panties, and the touch has his thighs trembling. He hasn't touched himself in ages. He's been too short on cash to afford a place like this, and he wasn't going to get any other place that he could have his privacy. It feels good, and he lets himself savor it as he squeezes himself, feeling the lube inside of him drip across his skin as he squirms. He tries to go slowly. This is the last chance he's going to have to do this for a good long while, and he wants to savor it. Still. He has the room for two hours before he gets charged again, and a glance at the clock tells him he has an hour and a half left. He can do this more than once. Dabi flicks his skirt up and pulls the black satin panties down his hips, letting his cock curve up towards his stomach and watching how his piercings sparkle in the low light. Dabi shifts, arching up, making sure to spread his legs wide as he reaches back up towards the headboard to find the packets of lube and fumbling for a fresh one.
He tears it open with his teeth and is greeted with the smell of strawberries and that, embarrassingly, makes him even harder. It's more because that artificial scent makes him think of sweet candy-like perfumes and feminine things. Dabi dribbles it over his length, shivering as the cool liquid rolls over his cock and across his balls, his other hand is catching the droplets before they can hit the bed, instead using those to move back towards his hole and tease around his rim. A thready moan slips out of him as he does it, his cock twitching for a second before he wraps his palm around himself. He would rather be doing this with a dildo, but that's not something he has access to right now, and he makes due with his fingers as he circles his rim before plunging two inside to feel the burn of it, sure that he's not going to hurt himself after already being warmed up before. It's sad that his fingers feel better as he strokes along the soft warm walls of himself than it did with that guy's dick in his ass, but Dabi should be used to having to scrape by finding whatever pleasure that he can from himself. He fucks his fingers into his hole, keeping the pace measured at first, stroking his cock at the same rhythm. He does that, keeps going until there's heat building across every muscle. He does it with his toes curling in his stockings and watches how cute he looks as his thighs tremble in the mirror above as he teases his prostate and along his ladder. But the hotter he gets the harder he strokes, the faster he moves, until he's panting and moaning alone in the room, his back arching as he bites his lip as his eyes squeeze shut and he can't stop himself.
His orgasm is much deeper and more satisfying by himself than it would have been trying to get the other guy to finish him after he blew his load, and Dabi lets himself soak in the afterglow of it for a few minutes, looking at how his chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, how his cum is clinging to the underside of his skirt that he's going to have to throw away anyway because he doesn't want to bring it with him to the LOV. Dabi glances at the clock. Enough time for one more. He takes his hand from around his cock, wiping the lube and cum on his skirt to make himself look even more messy and used, and then he reaches for the magic wand in its baggie. The overstimulation is going to make him see stars, and that means the money spent here was more than worth it. A last hoorah before he goes to find the path to killing his father, maybe the last time he's going to get to feel pleasure like this at all. He flicks on the toy and it starts to rumble loudly, like the poor motor has been through hell and high water. Whatever. Still feels blindingly good when he brings it along his length.
///
Dabi's reputation as far as what he likes in bed doesn't follow him to the League of Villains. He manages to walk in, piss off the creep who runs things, nearly get killed, get hired instead, and end up the second-in-command by the end of the first week of being there. It feels like a comedy of errors, but he doesn't complain. He's just glad that working for the League comes with room and board and pay every week for keeping their schedules clear and attending group meetings and training sessions. Not just a little pay either, well it's basically minimum wage, but usually he maybe gets one week worth of that for the retainer and then nothing until the actual job goes off. But AFO, the rich villainous bastard, has the money to keep them exactly where he wants them, and after things went tits up at the USJ attack, it's clear that he wants to keep them around very badly. So they're getting that retainer every week on top of actual petty thefts that they're also running that Dabi is pretty sure are just to get the newbies' feet wet. But the point is, he's not homeless, he's actually working towards his goals, and he has money for the first time in ages. All in all, Dabi is feeling very good about the current situation. He's especially happy that someone is running packages for them. They just put their assigned pseudonyms on the boxes, and Kurogiri or someone drops them off in front of their doors.
Dabi waits a good month after he arrives and picks up a new set of towels from a big department store, saying the ones he has here are too rough and keep getting snagged on his staples. They do and that's something everyone has heard him bitching about through the walls when one gets pulled out just from him moving it over his skin just barely too roughly or too quickly, so no one is going to bat an eye if they see that box outside of his bedroom door. He just also happened to buy those towels from a place that has a pretty huge intimates department too. He picks up a new garter and stocking set, some chunky black heels, and new lingerie, and a few days later he orders himself a new pair of boots from an alternative fashion store and sneaks a new skirt and some accessories into the package as well.
It's his bad luck that by the time it's all arrived and he thinks that he'll be able to leave base for a few days to go find a hotel and then find someone to fuck him, he ends up not being able to do anything at all as Duster gathers them all up and tells them that AFO has picked out their debut job.
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He isn't really expecting it when Shigaraki decides to put him in charge of the squad. He thought it would be Compress if he was being completely honest, mostly off of the fact he's the oldest and probably the smartest of all of them, but when the job actually gets laid out, Dabi kind of gets it a little more. Compress needs to be able to move around quietly if they want him to actually be able to grab their targets and get out smoothly. And Dabi is going to be settled somewhere trying his best to keep people separated and control the way the forest burns. This setup just makes the most sense for this job. But being in charge of the summer camp job means that he is having to do a lot of extra work. A lot of planning sessions with Shig, a lot of the two of them talking to a computer monitor in Shigaraki's room or down in the bar late at night explaining how they're adjusting their training schedule and slowly developing their plan of attack to AFO. It's a lot of work, sure, but it's work that means he is in charge . He's not going to be considered useless and get cut loose. He isn't going to have to worry about the others doing something that fucks him over. And he gets a pay bump as well. He wasn't expecting that, but when he mentioned that he had more than he'd expected, Shig had cocked his head at him like a confused puppy and told him that, yeah, duh. He's leading the job, he's putting in at least an extra five hours a day, sometimes as many as ten, to plan the job. Of course they're going to pay him more. He keeps a go-fund stashed elsewhere, but between the work going so well, the money being good, and... him starting to get along with Shigaraki, Dabi thinks things are probably better for him now than they have been since he was a child.
And he and Duster are getting along. Now that they're working towards a focused goal, now that Shigaraki is healthy and he's not in the bad mood that he was when they first met, he is far more level-headed and strategic than he was initially. He knows what he's doing when it comes to fighting and allocating resources. He may use video game metaphors to do that, and Dabi doesn't always get what he means when he says stuff like 'mobs', but he isn't in the dark either. He explains his video game logic using terms that Dabi learns because what he's actually saying makes sense most of the time. He's good at this shit and it leaves Dabi with the question that he asks late one night as they're going over the student files and having a drink.
"How come things went so tits up at UA?" A month and a half ago, Dabi wouldn't have asked that question out of risk of being dusted. But Shigaraki's temper is definitely not as quick as it had seemed upon their first meeting. He isn't going to snap at him when the question isn't meant to ridicule, but to understand and try to learn from what went wrong.
"We underestimated the students." Shigaraki tells him. His mask, Father , which Dabi is now aware is a real human hand that he guesses must really be from Shigaraki's dad, is sitting on the bar and he picks up his glass and takes a sip before he continues. "We didn't think that they would be so well-trained and cool under pressure after so little time at the school. Not only that, but Eraser Head was far more of a challenge than we expected. The kids were able to send for help that arrived too quickly for us to deal with. It was a mess." He admits. "Things will be different this time. The camp is far enough from the main roads that backup will be slow to arrive and I know you won't underestimate the kids."
"After what happened the first time? Not a chance." He lifts his glass too, not expecting red eyes to lock on him.
"Not just because of that. You don't underestimate anyone." Shigaraki tells him matter of factly. "You are constantly watching everyone around you and making sure that you know exactly what they're capable of, and I can see you imagining how much stronger they could be if they pushed themselves past their limits the way you're willing to."
Dabi has been trying so hard to not be seen by the others. He doesn't want them to know him, because what they know will lead to questions of what they don't, and that will bring him closer and closer to being revealed before he's ready for that. He doesn't mean to freeze like a deer in headlights, but he didn't think that Shigaraki was looking at him so closely behind his mask. "... Creepy, boss." He says instead of anything constructive, trying his best to deflect from the other's comment.
Duster just shrugs slightly. "I don't think so. Besides, I think it's a good thing that you watch so closely, otherwise you might not be able to get this job done."
He hasn't had someone who actually believes he's capable of that kind of thing in a long while, but he is interested in seeing how much farther he can push this trust in his skills. "I'm not going to be able to do much with just the crew we have now. Too many of these kids are fireproof, and none of them are just going to stand there and let themselves burn alive. We need another person or two for crowd control."
"Okay, I'll see what I can get ready." And Shigaraki leaves the comments about him behind. But he never seems to let Dabi forget that he knows him better than he thinks he does. It's very strange, but at least the perception of him at the moment is flattering, so Dabi doesn't do anything to try and persuade him otherwise.
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Those meetings with Shigaraki are constant, and they are paired with the rest of the League getting closer as well. Muscular, Moonfish, and Mustard tend to stay on the outskirts of things, never lingering around for long, thank god cause the three of them fucking suck, but the others are more tolerable. They get into the habit of having drinks after training, or ordering in food, or watching movies, sometimes all three if they don't have something planned for the next day. And Dabi gets in the habit of sticking around just for movie nights. He doesn't actually care about watching them, but it's way easier to watch movies with them than to drink because when they drink, they want to shoot the shit. Words can't describe how little he wants to do that when there is so much in his past he wants to hide, and weirdly enough, Shigaraki ends up being the only one who he spends time with one-on-one outside of their work. He doesn't really mean to start doing that, but he ends up having a drink with him when they're finished for the night most of the time, and Shigaraki, despite how he pushed during their first meeting, never asks him about anything to do with his past again. He asks what Dabi thinks of the others, asks if he likes the movies that they've been watching, asks him why he thinks upholding Stain's ideals are so important. And he's willing to talk about his thoughts too, willing to volunteer information about his past without ever asking Dabi to reciprocate that. Dabi finds out he speaks a few different languages, that he traveled with his teacher a lot growing up, that he hasn't slipped with his quirk in seven years ,
"Yeah right."
"Why is that so hard to believe?" Duster sounds amused. He only ever takes off his mask when they're not working, and 'Father' is sitting on the bar beside him. Shig rests his cheek against his knuckles, his other hand holding his glass in a mockingly delicate four-fingered grip.
"You cannot tell me you don't fumble for your phone or with your blanket in the middle of the night and forget not to touch."
"I wear gloves to bed."
"That's cheating."
"Maybe a little, but I can't turn it off in my sleep, and my quirk works on everything I touch. I would rather cheat a little while I'm sleeping than not wake up at all."
Dabi blinks. "Your quirk affects you?" That's... not that common. That's something that usually happens to people like him, the unlucky ones who end up not getting the changes to their biology that are supposed to compensate for the ways that their abilities could hurt them. Sometimes people can train themselves to get past little physical hang-ups, or use support gear to make sure that overexertion doesn't take them out in a fight, but having a body that is completely susceptible to one's quirk is usually a sign that there's something wrong with the user. He would know.
Shig hums in agreement. "Yours does too, doesn't it?"
A month ago, Dabi would have probably told him to fuck off and mind his own business, but now he just mumbles, "Not enough to prevent me from doing my job. Don't worry about it."
"Not worried, I know you can handle yourself." And he doesn't sound like he's belittling him. "But if you want support gear, I'm getting in contact with an engineer who works with my teacher that helped make Kurogiri's armor and who's going to be making the others' weapons. They can get something ready for you too."
"... I'll think about it." And Shigaraki doesn't push that subject any further. "You wear the gloves when you're jerking off, or is it more of a Russian roulette situation?"
The crass comment actually gets Duster to snort. "Not that it's any of your business," And he kind of expects to get told to fuck off, even if his tone is as playful as the other man gets. "But I don't wear my gloves while I'm masturbating-- or when I'm having sex with a partner for that matter, not unless they ask me to."
"Did the ones who didn't," Dabi isn't sure that he believes Shigaraki isn't a virgin to be entirely honest, but he goes along with this. "End up getting vacuumed off of the floor?"
"No. Like I said, I don't slip." And Duster does the single most shocking thing that Dabi has ever experienced from him. He smiles at him, a little cocky, and almost charming, and says, "If you're so curious about how I am in bed, you could always just go upstairs with me."
Dabi can't help it. He immediately bursts into laughter. He doubles over at the bar and fucking cackles . "F-fuck, Shig, you learn that from one of your dating sims?"
"You are insufferable and it wouldn't break my streak if I just put my entire hand directly over your face to shut you up." He doesn't sound all that annoyed though and Dabi doesn't protest when he pours them both another drink and their conversation turns back to other topics.
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They've been having a drink after work for a week when Shig pauses him before he goes upstairs.
"Dabi?"
"What's up, Duster?"
The other man doesn't sound like he's frustrated, so Dabi figures that it's nothing bad as he turns back to look at him, only to find Shig standing and stepping a bit closer. "... I know that things were rough when we first met."
"Nah, my new bosses always try to kill me."
"I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't joking." Which, rude, but he is starting to like the fact that Duster has no qualms about ribbing him whenever he feels like it. He likes it more that Duster never makes comments about his appearance anymore, everyone here has dropped the 'zombie' thing too. He knows he's not great to look at, but he would much rather banter and tease over things that have nothing to do with his looks and didn't want the others to know that was a sore spot for him. "But I have been enjoying having you around, despite that."
"Yeah? You're not as gross as I thought at first either?" Something in the back of Dabi's mind starts to ring with uncertainty, a little distant chime that seems to be cautioning him as he tries to figure out where exactly this is going.
"... I'd like to spend more time together, if you would be interested in that."
And the tension in him goes. Dabi can hardly suppress the snort that wants to come out of him. Fucking hell, it's so clear the Shigaraki has hardly spoken to people around his own age while he's worked for AFO, let alone tried to make any friends. "Yeah, sure, Shig. That sounds good."
He's not really expecting Duster's face to light up a bit and for him to smile. Not one of the kind of terrifying manic ones that he sometimes gives Spinner when they're getting too competitive over their games, but a softer, realer one than Dabi thinks that he's ever gotten from anyone else in his life and it leaves him fumbling again.
"Uh, I'm gonna head to bed. Just know you're not gonna get me to play any of your nerd games." He turns and heads upstairs before the other can say anything else, not wanting to have him throw another curveball. God, he thought his social skills were bad.
///
He didn't really know what he was expecting to change after that conversation. As far as he was concerned, he and Shig were already hanging out together pretty regularly after work. But Shigaraki definitely takes it a few steps further. He comes and finds Dabi between other things, knocking on his door randomly enough that Dabi never even gets to try on his cute new clothes out of fear of the other swinging by when he's not dressed. He brings him snacks if he notices that he hasn't eaten in a few hours, especially if he was using his quirk a lot during training, and he really didn't think he told Shigaraki that the energy it took from him made him ravenous after, he also didn't think he told Shigaraki he really likes spicy chips, but he always seems to have some on hand for him. And when they're with the others, or even if they're just watching a movie in Shig's room or downstairs, Duster is almost always touching him during it. Usually it's just their thighs pressed together from how close they're sitting, but sometimes his arm is around the back of the couch and his fingers stray to the hair at the nape of Dabi's neck, sometimes it's fingers touching his neck to soothe his tension if he notices Dabi getting annoyed with the others.
And at first Dabi was jumping every time it happened, and every time, Shig would glance at him and retreat. But after the third or forth, Dabi realized that this was him proving his point about never slipping. No matter what he did, how close they were, if other people were jarring them on the couch as Toga bounced onto the cushions with a bowl full of popcorn, he never slipped. He never even came remotely close to it. And fine, Dabi supposes he can see the humor in it now. Maybe it's a little dangerous to play touch-chicken with a guy who could end his life with one slip, but Dabi is absolutely not about to roll over and admit that he's got the best quirk control of anyone that he's ever met. No. He has more pride than that. So he pushes right into Duster's side, he reaches around him when he's sitting at the bar to steal his drink right from his hand, he gets more in Shigaraki's personal space than Dabi has ever done with someone he wasn't actively trying to fuck.
Though that is something else that is causing him a bit of trouble. The box in his closet that he stuck all of his new clothes in feels like it's screaming for him to take them out every day. He hasn't gone this long without dressing up and getting off or going to find someone to fuck him in years, and he is getting so desperate for it, it's honestly a little pathetic. He doesn't know when the crossdressing thing became a fetish so strong it's practically an addiction, but he wants to get dick in his skirt almost more than he wants his next cigarette, and he is going to be even more hard-pressed to do that when they've got a kidnapped kid in their basement prison. He's horny, but he's not going to ignore his actual job to go get laid.
Those are the kinds of thoughts that are hanging around in the back of his mind as Twice, with the help of Magne, Toga, and a slightly more reluctant Spinner, petition for a big movie night with plenty of greasy takeout in the wake of their last job that went off without a hitch. Shigaraki doesn't need his arm twisted for that, especially not when Kurogiri is going to be heading out to do something for AFO so the League will have the entire bar to themselves. Dabi sticks around for dinner, hearing the rules of the drinking game that Magne found for the American franchise, and through Compress managing to abridge those rules so that they don't accidentally kill themselves with alcohol poisoning. Which absolutely makes him a killjoy, but whatever.
They settle in for the first movie, and everyone is having fun, he's even enjoying it too, even if it is mostly because the drinking part of the marathon gets significantly more fun into the second installment where characters are already starting to jump cars in impossible ways. He could probably have a good time staying downstairs, especially since Shigaraki was helping him hoard the whisky and refilling his glass as the game progressed, pressed in close to him as four of them tried to squeeze together onto the couch. Dabi isn't sure if it's the drinks or the way Shigaraki smiles at him when they're pressed so close that makes his skin feel a little warmer and he distantly realizes that he definitely doesn't think the other man is gross anymore. But he feels his face heat as it happens. He could have a nice time doing this, but there's something else he wants.
"You can finish without me," he says, faking a yawn. If everyone else is in here blasting the sounds of explosions and car chases, then no one is going to notice his bed squeaking while he fucks himself open on his fingers.
"You sure?" Shig asks, not moving his arm from around the back of the couch.
"Yeah, I'm gonna go to bed." He slips away to only a small amount of booing and goes back to his room. He hears them start up the next one and goes straight to the little box at the bottom of his closet, his skin prickling with anticipation.
Dabi shucks his clothes, already getting hot as he lays out his purchases for the first time since he got them. It's already making his blood go a little warmer as he takes them in. The thigh-high stockings are sheer and slinky, pairing with the strappy lace of the panties and bralette, the pleated black and pink plaid miniskirt has a built-in petticoat to make it already look flared and full before he's even put it on, and the heavy black heels will absolutely complete the look. Dabi puts on the lingerie, savoring how it feels as it touches his skin, actually made to be worn and not something that people would pick up at as costume, and practically vibrating as he sees how well it fits him. The skirt comes next, the hem just barely long enough to cover him up, and his excitement only grows. At this rate, he'll be hungover in half an hour if he accidentally brings his temperature too high and burns off the alcohol from his system. But he reaches for the stockings anyway, hooking them to the garters, before he slips into the heels. He retrieves the lipstick he saved, small enough that he didn't think he had to worry about it being found, and closes his closet door, getting his first look at himself in the mirror. He nearly moans as he does. The lace and stockings make his legs look long and lovely, the dark gather of the petticoat makes his silhouette look like his ass might actually be something to be impressed by and is just the right style of feminine for his fantasies. He nearly gets distracted looking at himself as he uncaps the lipstick.
He's painting his lips a sultry black, thinking that maybe he should sneak out and find someone to rail him when he looks like this, when his doorknob turns and Shigaraki walks in.
Dabi's mind goes entirely, completely, and unhelpfully blank. He finds himself staring at his boss, knowing that he is barely wearing any clothes, and that it would have been better if Shigaraki walked in on him completely naked. At least if he was totally naked he could have said he was changing clothes. Through the panicked whine in his mind, he realizes that he should have locked the door. He can't believe he was so excited to put on these clothes that he didn't do that. How could he be that stupid? Shigaraki's eyes dart over his body, jumping from exposed skin to the places that are covered but are somehow more embarrassing. He feels his face starting to burn as he scrambles to try and find words to explain away the clothes. He's never had to before. The people who were into it just fucked him and moved on, the people who weren't he just burned alive. But he highly doubts that he's going to be able to take either of those routes with Duster right now.
"I--" His voice is a little higher and shaky, even just from that one syllable and he chokes on the words that he didn't even give shape before they started to clog his throat.
Shigaraki seems to snap out of the shock at the sound of that and Dabi expects him to turn and leave and for them to never speak of this again. He doesn't expect his boss to step all the way into the room and shut the door behind him. "I didn't know you liked to dress up."
The thoughts that flicker disjointed through Dabi's head nearly feel like they're melting him. Of course Duster didn't know he was into this kind of thing. It isn't something that he just brings up in casual conversation. His first instinct is to be as scathing and vicious as he can about this to fight the humiliation that he feels. But if he starts snarling at Shigaraki, then the others might hear them arguing over the movie. He doesn't want any of the others to find out about this as well. It comes to him a little more slowly that Shigaraki's eyes are still going over his body again, the red hotter and the look dragging longer and slower over him. His words also... weren't mocking. They were curious, maybe a little tentative, maybe... a little warmer too.
"I-- I--" He has never been a person who couldn't find his words, but now he feels like he's never been articulate in his entire life.
"... You don't need to be embarrassed, Dabi." Shig tries again, his voice a little softer. "Whatever you want to do when we're not working is fine." He's not expecting Shig to cross the small room until he's standing right in front of him. Dabi still feels like everything is all wrong and his mind has been so fractured between this part of his life and whatever friendship that he'd been building with Duster grinding against each other. Shigaraki offers him something and it takes him a long minute to realize it's his phone. "You left this downstairs."
"Oh." Dabi means to reach for it, remembers the lipstick in his hand, and quickly caps it and tosses it back into the box on the floor, before he takes the device, clutching onto it like it's a lifeline. "Thanks."
"Yeah, no problem." But Shigaraki doesn't move to leave, and now that they're standing closer, Dabi realizes that the heels have given him a significant few centimeters on Shigaraki. He's looking down a bit more than he usually is to meet Shig's eyes, but those eyes only stay on his for another handful of seconds before they flick over Dabi's body again, lingering at the hem of his skirt and on his bra and-- Dabi feels his whole body go unhelpfully hot when he sees Duster's throat bob slightly. He seems to shake himself then, and he takes a step back. "That suits you." He says, his voice unwavering and definitely not as neutral as it had been before. "You look so pretty, baby girl."
Dabi's whole body is warm with his embarrassment. He likes dressing like this, likes to be told he looks good in it, likes to be looked at by people who are into it because that's the only time he ever has anyone look at him without contempt or disgust. He doesn't mean to tremble slightly as finding that look, the one where someone clocks he's a guy and still wants him dressed like this, is making itself so at home on Shigaraki's face.
He sees the other's hand twitch at his side, like he wants to reach out to touch him, and that breaks the spell that's fallen over him. Tension comes back into Shigaraki's spine and he takes a step back. "I-- Sorry. I shouldn't have come in without knocking."
But Dabi isn't thinking about that at all when he takes a step forward, the heels clicking loudly on the hardwood floor. "You really never slip in bed?" The words are out of his mouth with all of the subtlety of a hammer, but Dabi can't stop them. They slip out and he is left with his whole body feeling like it's blushing as he fucking propositions his boss like this whole situation wasn't already humiliating. If Shigaraki shoots him down, he's changing and walking straight to his family home and lighting it up. He is not going to survive this humiliation.
Duster doesn't laugh or, god forbid, sneer at him. Instead he moves right into Dabi's space, a hand wrapping around his bare waist, and the other around the back of his neck before he's got Shigaraki's lips against his. The relief that washes over him is such a calm rain compared to the wildfire of need that goes through him over being pulled close like that sparks, he barely gets a chance to feel it. He's too busy realizing that Shigaraki's skin is so cool compared to his own, and the texture across his mouth feels like it runs deeper than just broken, irregular skin. Too busy trying not to moan as his tongue moves behind his teeth, bound and determined to find any place that feels good. Dabi isn't sure if he just hasn't had all that many kisses in his life, or if this one is just exceptionally good, but by the time Shig pulls back to check that it was alright, Dabi is dazed from how much he wants another. A sharp spike of possessive pride goes through him when he sees his lipstick smeared across Duster's mouth like Dabi's soot-stained soul is rubbing off on him.
"Such a cute outfit, princess." The praise goes straight through him, his nerves all tingling as he feels Shig's fingers tracing along the hem of his skirt. "Let me enjoy you in it?"
He didn't think he was all that into Shigaraki ten minutes ago, but now he suddenly can't think of anything that he wants more. "Okay."
Duster catches his chin between his other fingers and tilts his head up. "Not like that. You need to use your manners like a good girl or Daddy won't touch you."
Dabi's arousal spikes so sharply from the easy, commanding words that he gets briefly dizzy. "Please? I'll be good, Daddy." Dabi doesn't know when the last time he felt so hot as he was touched. He just knows that it's a rare thing for him to want to engage with someone else's Daddy kink. It's so common with people who are into him dressing like this, but it usually puts a thin, squirming discomfort under his skin. Maybe it's because Duster is his boss. He does have power over him and Dabi is giving him even more as he kisses him again, pulling Dabi around so that he can start to back him towards his unmade bed.
"Much better, baby girl." But he gets so excited as he feels Shig's hands moving over his sides, his own tangled in his hair and in the back of his shirt, unsure if he's just trying to find something to hang on to or if he's trying to get it off . He isn't expecting Duster's hands to tighten around his waist, holding him just short of making him shatter, and then he lifts him. Dabi isn't the tallest guy, is pretty thin, but he's never been picked up by anyone besides getting thrown against walls by other villains with strength quirks. He didn't think that the other man was capable of that. He is breathless as the other deposits him onto the bed, lingering over him for a moment as he looks down at him.
Dabi doesn't do anything to straighten his skirt from where it's ruffled and half-crushed beneath him, letting it ride up in places so that Duster can see that he's wearing his panties beneath it. Shig reaches for him then, running his hand up Dabi's thigh, fingers dancing carefully over his stockings, to the hem of his skirt, and then he pushes it up a little more to fully expose him and his breath catches in the back of his throat. "Fuck, princess, that excited already?" He doesn't have words for how much this is doing it for him, and his cock is already half hard in his panties, the sensation of that silky texture against him and constricting him only making Dabi even warmer. "Look at how much your clit is already blushing."
And that only makes it worse as his body pulses with heat. He does his best not to squirm, trying to be the picture of submission as he lays on the bed for the other to use however he wants. "I like it when you look at me, Daddy. It feels good when you touch me too."
"Yeah, baby? You know I can never stop looking at you. You're too pretty to take my eyes off of." Tomura's lips quirk up a bit into a small smile and he lowers himself onto the bed over him, one hand braced against the mattress as the other moves more steadily up his stomach and then over his chest, cupping him through his bralette and rubbing his thumb over his nipple. "And I want to touch you everywhere, princess. I want to hear all of the cute sounds you're going to make as I watch you melt into a needy little whore for me."
Dabi is going to actually melt if Duster doesn't start making good on those words because the heat that is in him is sharp and demanding. "Please, Daddy," he begs, pulling at his shirt again now that he's within arm's reach. The desperation coloring his tone earns him another kiss as Tomura pulls down his bralette so that he can get his hand on Dabi's chest, teasing his nipple again as he pulls at the barbell pierced through it. The sensation has him moaning again. He always likes it when he can get dressed up like this and have his partners play with his chest. He especially likes it when they are rougher with him, when they lick and suck at his skin until it's sore and swollen, so that when his bra rubs up against him again, he never stops feeling those little sparks of pleasure. Tomura doesn't immediately give him that, but what he gets instead is the other leaning back so he can take off his shirt, so he doesn't complain.
Duster is all lean muscle and sharp bones, like he hasn't been eating enough to maintain a healthy weight around the exercise. His body is also littered with the fresh pink scars of bullets, one shoulder still taped over with a large bandage that Dabi doesn't know what to make of. But Tomura doesn't seem to care about the injuries and instead leans in and kisses him hard again, pinching his nipple and rubbing his other thumb along Dabi's inner thigh before he grabs his leg in a tight, four-fingered grip, pushing his legs open as wide as he can before he is settling between them. He brings their hips flush and rocks up into Dabi's body, and he nearly bites through his tongue trying to keep his moan inside. He can't help it. Not when he can feel how hard, how big , Tomura is as he grinds them together through their clothes.
"Shh, you don't want the others to hear you being such a naughty girl, do you, princess?"
Fuck no , he absolutely doesn't want the League to find out, but he can't help moaning again at the thought of someone overhearing this. He would never live it down, and the idea of being caught makes him warmer. He does a horrible job of trying to hide that and it earns him a cruel laugh against his throat as Duster starts to trial his kisses down along his skin.
"Of course you like that. Why wouldn't you? Just my pretty little attention whore, aren't you?"
"I'm not a whore," but his voice is whiny and petulant. He'll be whatever Duster wants if it means that his mouth won't stop working lower over his skin, kissing his neck and collarbone like his staples and scars aren't disgusting. Like it's not just the fact he's dressed like this that is making him hot. Like he... actually likes the way that Dabi feels and looks beneath him too.
"We'll see about that."
Tomura nips at his skin before his mouth goes down to replace his hand over his nipple. Dabi gasps as his tongue rubs over the sensitive bud, teeth grazing his skin before he sucks at it, giving him those harder sensations that he was longing for. And it doesn't stop there. With both of his hands free, they go back to his waist, down his hips, over the puff of his skirt, along his thighs, and finally, finally, one settles over his crotch. Dabi has to bring one of his own hands to his mouth, shoving his knuckles between his teeth to ensure that he has something to quiet the noise that he's making. Tomura's fingers tease against him, reaching back to rub along his balls that barely fit into the panties before the fabric was tented as much as it could be over his cock that hardens completely and aches to be released and touched without the barrier between their skin. But Daddy doesn't take them off yet. Instead he sucks and nibbles his way to the other side of Dabi's chest as his fingers rub up between the ladder of his piercings, making sure to tease each individual one until Dabi's whole body is humming with pleasure and his breaths are making his chest heave. The sensations racing along his nerves feel so good that Dabi is trembling and his cock is starting to leak into his underwear.
"Oh, princess," Tomura pulls off of his sore tits and gives him a serenely delighted smile. "Your clit's getting so wet. Are you really that sensitive?" He pairs the question with squeezing him through his panties and fingers pressing up between his root and sack and the heel of his palm rubbing over his head. Dabi can't help keening, turning his face more into the pillow so that Duster won't be able to see how affected he already is from his touches. It's only been a month since he's gotten to do this. He's had to go for longer. He shouldn't be trembling and ready to blow just from a few touches, shouldn't think he's about to cum before he's even gotten anything inside of him. "Maybe you're not a whore." Tomura teases, "maybe you're a cute little virgin for me."
Dabi manages to open his eyes, intending to take his knuckles from between his teeth and snap at the other, even if it means being punished. But his head is twisted to the side, facing the wardrobe, and he can see them both clearly in the mirror, the sight of their tangled bodies leaving him instantly breathless. Duster's body, severe and pale over his mottled skin wrapped in soft, pretty things. His lipstick smeared all around the other's mouth and then trailed down over Dabi's neck and across his chest. The curve of Duster's hand over his cock and how dark the pink fabric has gotten from his arousal and the distinct shadow of Tomura's cock in his jeans that makes him breathless. He wants that inside of him and just the sight of the way that the other is looking at him, like he wants nothing more than to devour Dabi alive, is making him feel like he's going to fall apart.
He doesn't manage to tear his eyes away from the mirror or take his knuckles from between his teeth before Tomura is squeezing him and stroking him again, more deliberately as his head lowers back to his neck to lick and suck bruises across his skin with the determination of leaving a mark even though no one will the able to see it. It feels so good, but that spike of pain coupled with the movements of his hand never letting up leaves Dabi gasping for breath, unable to keep his jaw closed tight around his moans as his hips move, trying to grind up into those touches again and again. Duster lets him, stroking and squeezing as he does, not stopping or letting up with the friction until-- Dabi's back bows up, pushing his chest out, as pleasure wracks his body and Tomura has to use his other hand to cover Dabi's mouth as he spills his cum all inside of his panties.
He is gasping like a fish, his head light from how hand his orgasm hits him as Shig doesn't stop touching him, teasing him through his soaked underwear and putting even more lingering pleasure on his nerves. It makes him sting as he stays so sensitive, but he likes the way his nerves burn and he wants more, even through the floaty haze of endorphins as they rush through him.
He's not expecting Tomura to chuckle against his neck, sending buzzy little vibrations along his skin. Then Daddy meets his eyes in the mirror before he deliberately pulls his hand away from his clit, showing that he came so much that it soaked his palm too, a string of it glistening between them for a moment before he pulls his hand completely away. Dabi whimpers softly, looking at the mess he's made of himself, confused as Tomura brings his hand up, and then feeling his whole body blush with embarrassment, as he licks the smear of cum off of his skin. He tries to turn to face him again, but Daddy catches his chin and keeps him looking in the mirror.
"Should've known you would like seeing yourself get spoiled." There's a faint mockery in his voice, but Daddy doesn't reprimand him fully. Instead he pulls Dabi up from the bed a little more and makes him move. His limbs all feel a little too heavy, a little too messy, but he tries anyway, and in a matter of seconds he finds himself laying sideways on his bed, his neck supported against the edge of the mattress and his head able to tilt back so that he can watch in the mirror as Daddy pulls his soiled panties off of him and tosses them aside before he retrieves one of the packets of lube that Dabi had tossed onto the bed before he'd gotten changed. "Lift up your skirt, baby. I want you to watch how cute you are as your messy clit gets hard." He moans weakly and moves his hands to hold up his skirt, flattening the petticoat so that he can see himself, sticky and shiny with his cum, and see Duster kneeling between his legs. "Such a good girl. Following all of Daddy's orders without making a fuss." He practically purrs as he slicks his fingers with the lube, spilling the rest of it over his hole as Dabi keeps his legs open wide for him. "If you keep being so well-behaved, then next time I'll bend you over and lick at my baby's pretty pink cunt until you make a mess again."
A blush spills across Dabi's whole body as his temperature spikes even higher. He hasn't had many people eat him out. That's something so for him that most of his partners don't care to do it, but he liked it the few times he got that. He thinks he'll like it even more if Daddy does it for him, because the way he promises makes it sound like he wants to as much as Dabi wants it. Wants to almost as much as he wants to be inside of him, his fingers rubbing over his cunt to light up his nerves and get him slick before he starts to prod gently against that tight ring of muscles. A trembling moan spills past his lips as he tries to spread his legs even wider, watching in the mirror as his Daddy smiles at hearing that sound, his first finger pressing inside. It only occurs to him then, as he stretches around the intrusion, his legs starting to shake as his arousal starts to saturate his veins again so soon after his first orgasm, that maybe he should be nervous. Tomura's fingers are so dangerous, one wrong touch against him there could shatter him from the inside out. Among the many other indicators that his sanity is questionable at best, Dabi thinks the fact that thread of fear going through him turns him on more instead of less is probably the biggest one. He could die if his Daddy isn't careful with him like this, but as Tomura strokes along his walls, making sure that they're dripping as he pushes in a second finger and scissors them inside of his cunt, he knows he's not really in any danger. Every movement is careful, every touch makes his body hum with pleasure and leaves him breathless as he watches his face flush beneath his scars and feels, and sees, his clit filling again, curving up against his body, and barely managing to keep the mess off his skirt as he holds it high.
He gets three fingers inside, the touches ensuring that his prostate is already so stimulated that his clit might be dripping again. He can't even tell, he's still so wet from his first orgasm, his body smoking slightly as his temperature creeps higher and higher. But after three fingers, Tomura pushes them against that gland, massaging it through his walls, and keeping a sharp pleasure-pain racing over his nerves until Dabi's breaths are nothing but weak staccato pants and he's having such a hard time keeping his eyes open for him.
"There, do you think you're ready for me, princess?"
"Yes, yes, please, Daddy," The words are immediate, but half-slurred through his pleasure as the other doesn't stop the movements inside of him as he waits to get his answer. "Please fuck my pussy."
"You're being so good for me, baby girl, come here, give me your hand." Confusion swims up through his pleasure, but Dabi keeps his skirt held in one hand and reaches the other to Duster. He catches his wrist and brings his hand down to his hole, removing his own, "I want you to keep yourself spread for me, baby. I need to go get protection--"
Dabi shakes his head weakly. He's careful with everyone else, but if he can have it now -- "Clean," he promises, hoping the other is too so that he can have him inside right away. "Want your cum in my cunt, Daddy."
He's not expecting the words to earn him a growl before Tomura is leaning over him again, catching his mouth in a hot, possessive kiss, the other nipping at his lips and licking inside like he wants to own every part of his body that Dabi will give him. As he hears Daddy's zipper pull, he's frighteningly certain that he would give it all up if Tomura asked. He keeps Dabi's mouth busy, and his fingers do push back inside of his own cunt because being full felt so good and he doesn't want to lose that sensation for the short amount of time that it takes for Daddy to free himself from his pants and find another packet of lube in the tangled sheets so that he can slick himself up, but when he pulls away from his mouth, Dabi's eyes immediately go back to the mirror, his breath catching in the back of his throat as he sees Daddy's hand moving over his cock. It's so much bigger than he thought it would be when he had felt it through their clothes, much bigger than he thinks is fair considering how tight his jeans are. He's thick and long, his head flushing and dripping, veins winding beneath his skin, base nestled in a thatch of pale blue curls, and Dabi has to push his fingers harder inside of himself, rubbing them over his prostate to remind himself how good that is going to feel inside, because otherwise he would be tempted to sit up and show the other that he can get lipstick in those curls just from how deeply he can take him down his throat.
Daddy chuckles when he sees how desperate he is to be filled and he shifts, catching around the back of Dabi's thighs, one finger still raised and keeping him safe, and lifts him slightly, slotting his legs under Dabi's and supporting his lower back so that his hips are tilted higher, making him even more open to take his cock, giving Dabi a better view of his body in the mirror. When his head bumps up against him, Dabi slips his fingers out of his body, reaching to line up his Daddy's cock instead, his fingers just meeting around his base, and a whine building in his throat when his thick head doesn't immediately push in, and instead he rubs against him teasingly.
"Daddy," he sounds so pathetic, he looks pathetic as he squirms in his grip, stroking his cock to try and entice him, "Inside, please?" It's barely a plea, certainly taking on more of a demanding tone. He's not expecting Daddy's hand to move and come down just hard enough to sting against the back of his thigh.
"Don't get bratty, princess, or I won't even fuck your cute little cunt, I'll just hold your pretty thighs tight and leave you smeared in cum before I make you wait until your clit stops blushing."
The threat has him whimpering, "No, Daddy, please!" He doesn't know if he's ever wanted to be fucked this badly in his life . If he doesn't actually get to have Tomura's cock inside of him, he might immolate himself. "Please, I'll be good, I'm your good girl, aren't I?" The words spill out of him with a nearly fanatical desperation, his hand moving over him a little faster, feeling every inch of him against his palm, seeing the drop of pre and lube gather at his tip and them drip against his throbbing hole and letting out another loud moan like that was enough to burn him again.
The hands on his body tighten and Daddy's hips shift forward. His head doesn't just rub over him this time, he pushes in, not letting Dabi even breathe as he does, just pushing his hips forward and immediately filling him all the way to his hilt as soon as Dabi's back bows and his hand falls away from his base, instead scrabbling at his hip just to find something to hold on to as he's filled and his world narrows down to the feeling of that perfect stretch. He moans loudly, too loudly probably, but he can't bring himself to care. His whole body seems to narrow down the aching throb of his full cunt.
"That's right, you're mine , princess." Daddy barely lets him breathe before he rolls his hips, "Open your eyes, I want you to see how cute you look falling apart on my cock." It's so hard to do, but Dabi wants to be a good girl. Only good girls get Daddy's cock, and if he has to go without it, he doesn't think he'll survive. He just wants to be good, to feel good, so he forces his eyes open a little, just enough to see that Tomura's cock has disappeared inside of his body, and his clit is drooling so much that holding up his skirt isn't going to matter soon, because it's dripping over his stomach up towards the gathered fabric at this angle. He doesn't care. He'll get all of his clothes dirty if he can keep feeling this good as Daddy draws his hips back and gives him a thrust so hard, he's sure he would have slid across the bed if he wasn't holding him in place.
He definitely, definitely moans too loudly when that happens, and he doesn't care. Let the others hear. They can be jealous over how good his Daddy is fucking him full. Tomura hears that, a smile curling his lips as he makes sure that roughness didn't cause any discomfort with a slight pause, and then he does it again, setting them to a hard, fast rhythm that has their skin meeting with rough slaps. Dabi can't really keep focused on their bodies moving in the mirror. It's hard to focus on anything , but he's being jostled so much that if he tries, he thinks he might actually get sick, so instead he turns his attention back to Tomura. Fuck, fuck , he doesn't know if he ever thought the other man would be so attractive as he moves over him, his red eyes practically glowing as he looks down at him, his lips parted enough for his panting breaths, though he doesn't make much other noise, as he seems like he's trying to devour Dabi's body with his look alone. He doesn't know if he's ever had anyone look at him like they want him so much, he's never had someone who didn't want the lights low so they could pretend he was just a pretty femboy sissy, or maybe even delude themselves into thinking he is actually a girl. He's never had someone who looks at him the way that Tomura does, who won't look away when their eyes meet. Who smiles at him as he fucks him so perfectly and asks,
"Is that good, princess?" Like he cares more about if Dabi's pleasure is enough than how quickly he can find his own orgasm inside of Dabi's body.
He barely manages to nod and his throat is hoarse and weak when he speaks, "G-good Daddy."
"Good. You feel so perfect, sweetheart, and you're so pretty blushing like that for me." He felt pretty when he got dressed, but he feels perfect for the first time since he was so young when Tomura tells him that now. He shifts, pressing in even deeper and banding Dabi in half until his knees are practically against his shoulders so that he can kiss him again. The new position traps his clit between their bodies and lets his Daddy's cock reach even deeper inside of him, making sure there's pressure along every sensitive spot inside and leaving him shaking from how tight his nerves feel like they've been wound. "Fuck, baby girl, you're getting so hot ." The words are a praise, not an admonishment, and Dabi knows that he's filling the room with the smell of smoke, but he can't help it. He is going to melt if he doesn't let it out somehow.
That's the same thought that presses in along the edges of his mind that are still capable of coherent thought as Tomura keeps fucking him so hard and deep. He never relents, never slows, and he never slips. He holds onto Dabi and keeps fucking him, kissing him, telling him how good he feels, how pretty he is, things that fill up Dabi's head with fluff and make his insides go completely molten. Until his breath is hiccupping in his chest between his gasps and moans, and Dabi's whole body is trembling, his insides tightening around his Daddy's cock in warning because he can't stop moaning enough to give a real one.
"That's it, baby. Let me feel you." He doesn't think his body needed the permission, but he takes it anyway, his balls drawing tight against him as his clit kicks hard between their bodies and gets his cum smeared all over his skirt and Tomura's stomach. It doesn't matter, he can't be bothered to care about that when the friction of Daddy still moving has his ladder humming with even sharper spikes of pleasure as his pussy tightens and makes his cock feel even bigger as he's fucked through his orgasm. "Fuck, princess, so hot, fuck-- Are you sure--"
"Inside, please, please, Daddy." He keens. "Need you inside." He wants to be marked inside the way his lipstick has left marks all over Tomura's skin. He wants to be full, filthy and used, and his Daddy groans when he begs for it, his thrusts going even faster as he chases his own completion as Dabi shakes apart with the aftermath of his. It takes another minute or two, until his whole body is tight and he's about to fall apart before Daddy pushes in deep one last time and he cums hard enough that even though he can't feel the heat of it, Dabi can feel how absolutely soaked he is getting as it happens. He hasn't had many people cum inside of him, too scared of catching something, but he knows that this is the most he's ever been filled when he feels it dripping out of him before Daddy has even started to pull out.
Their breaths come in loud and uneven pants as they both try to come down from the high of their orgasms, but it takes until Tomura hisses slightly and then starts to pull out for Dabi to realize that the room is hazy with smoke. Not just a little. He definitely would have set off a smoke alarm if there was one in his room. Tomura pulls out, and he tries to hold his cum, but his muscles just twitch weakly before it’s spilling down between his cheeks, and he is left empty and a little cooler as his cum takes away that warmth from inside.
"God, you're so cute, all messy like this, princess. Let me take a picture?" Dabi hasn't ever been asked that before, and he's still blushing as he gives a timid nod. He doesn't think he would let anyone else, too scared of the wrong person seeing him dressed up like this and jumping to the wrong conclusions about him. But he doesn't think that Duster will give him a real reason to worry. He's been... better than Dabi would have ever thought upon their first meeting. He doesn't think that the other man will hurt him like that. Tomura pulls out his phone and Dabi reaches down again, using one hand to keep himself wide and the other is left holding up his soiled skirt, his clit soft and messy between his legs, and his hole soaked with Tomura's cum. "Perfect, baby girl." He hears the shutter sound, and then Tomura is leaning back in to kiss him again, pulling him up from the bed and surrounding him with his arms. He all but cradles Dabi against his body, not seeming to care about his pants, only opened enough to get inside of him, getting dirty.
Dabi feels dizzy and dazed for a long time afterwards, and it takes him hearing a series of explosions and screeching tires through the floorboards before he manages to bring back his senses. Holy fuck. What the fuck ? His mind starts to whirl. Holy fuck, he just slept with his boss while dressed up like a girl. Jesus fucking Christ, he is going to have to go immolate himself after all. "I-- That--" he feels his face start to heat sharply again.
"That was perfect, firefly." Tomura tells him, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. "But we probably should have talked first." He concedes. "And I shouldn't have come in without knocking, I'm sorry."
" That's what you're hung up on?" Dabi's face is pressed to the other's chest, and his words are half-muffled, but no less mortified when it comes out of him. "My boss walked in on me dressed up like a girl and then fucked me stupid. I think the other parts are more important than the knocking."
Tomura stiffens slightly against him. His hands, which were rubbing gently over his skin, still and he can practically hear the frown in his voice when he speaks next. "’Boss’? I figured this was pretty clearly a 'boyfriend' thing." Dabi's brain short-circuits. "Have I not been keeping work separate enough from everything else? Is that why you didn't want to do anything too romantic or physical? Dabi," he catches his chin and makes him look up. "You know that whatever happens between us like this isn't going to change how I treat you while we're working, right? No matter what happens like this, even if we break up or have a falling out, that won't affect your standing with the League."
His brain is all static and all he manages to croak out is, "'Romantic'?"
Tomura blinks at him, and then frowns, his brows, or lack thereof, pulling into a furrow. "Dabi... you do know I asked you out two weeks ago, right?"
" What ?"
The silence that comes after that is momentous and horrible as he sees all five stages of grief flit across Shigaraki's features. It takes a minute before he has settled fully on the last and he takes a slow, deep breath. "When I asked if we could spend more time together, I was asking you out, Dabi. I thought you were flirting back when we talked about my quirk. I just thought... you didn't trust me to touch you yet." He brings his hand up to Dabi's cheek, stroking his thumb over his staples as he holds his palm against his skin, careful to keep from hurting him, like Dabi would have any doubts about his control after being fucked without falling apart. "Fuck," his hand drops away and he starts to move, like he wants to put space between them, like he wants to leave , as he sits up, his expression going hurt for just a split second before he tries to put that away and make himself seem as unfeeling as he did when they first met and started working together. Dabi's insides tighten into chilled knots as he sits up too. "Sorry, I didn't realize-- that's fine. This can just be a one-time thing. I'll delete the picture, and we can pretend it didn't happen."
His throat feels raw when he croaks, "Wait," not even thinking about his safety as he reaches out and catches one of Duster's arms before he can move away, "Wait, Shig--" he tries to make his brain work, to fight the humiliation that's sitting under his skin because he just... didn't notice that Duster had been trying to ask him out. He can't believe he didn't notice . But then again... no one has ever asked him out before. "I'm a dumbass," That's easier to say than to admit that he hasn't ever been treated like this. "But I don't want to pretend this didn't happen? Are you fucking kidding me? I would much rather let you rail me again as soon as you can get it up again."
But that doesn't exactly diffuse the tension that is in the air between them now as Shigaraki takes a slow breath before he looks at him again, his gaze unnervingly steady. "Dabi, I don't just want to fuck you. I want to date you." He says with a careful firmness. "It wouldn't be responsible of me to have one when I want both. I don't know if I would be as good about keeping my feelings out of sex as I am about keeping them out of our work. That wouldn't be fair to you either."
And Dabi can see this completely crashing and burning if he doesn't just figure out how to talk to him. He feels so much more vulnerable saying, "... I've never dated anyone before," than he does sitting in his soiled lingerie. He would rather walk around in these clothes for everyone to see if that meant that he could stop feeling like he's going to squirm out of his skin. "But I can try, for you."
Tomura pauses, looking at him with a scrutiny that Dabi tries his best not to squirm under. He's never dated anyone before, but Tomura just gave him a lot of things that he's never had before either. If all he wants in turn is holding his hand and stuff, he can try it. It's not like he didn't enjoy spending time with him for the past few weeks where Duster already thought they were dating. Now he just... won't be confused about it anymore. He thinks that will probably make it better. Shig reaches for him again and Dabi presses his cheek to his palm, catching him around his wrist and holding his hand to his skin with a soft sigh. His hands are cool against him, and that coolness feels much better than the metaphorical stuff that has been swirling in the air between them.
"...Are you sure that's what you want, Dabi?"
"Yeah, Shig. Liked what we were doing before just thought... you were being friendly. Really liked you fucking me too. Definitely going to have you do that again as long as you keep your mouth shut about my... preferences." He blushes, wanting to hide his face against his touch so he doesn't see him blushing.
"I'm not going to tell anyone else what a pretty baby girl you are, princess." Tomura tells him, shifting closer again, hesitating for a second before his lips land against his forehead. "I'm the only other person who gets to see you like this, at least for now?" It ends in a question and Dabi's whole body goes warmer, his mouth a little dry as he murmurs,
"Yes, Daddy," Before Tomura smiles at him again, still a little more tentative than before, but light. His lips are too shattered to be soft against Dabi's own, but it still feels gentle when he kisses him again, smearing more of Dabi's lipstick against his skin. He doesn't know how to date, doesn't know what being a good boyfriend entails, or how he's supposed to be that alongside a good second. But Duster has been good to him . He's the first person who has been good to him in a very, very long time. Dabi can put in the effort to figure this out. He's pretty sure that Tomura will be worth it.