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Dabi wasn't sure how he got himself into these situations. It wasn't a new scene by any means, stripped naked and putting on a show for the boss while he gamed, cock hard in his pants until he was ready to fuck him into the mattress, but it was still a little ridiculous how quickly things had escalated into the sort of perverted territory he had hoped to avoid now that he was in the League.
Still, here he was, watching Tomura's lava lamp glow on the floor, the wax sinking and rising in mesmerizing bubbles as it heated up, his fingers stretching his cunt open. Shigaraki was barely sparing him a glance for the time being, too busy with a raid to care about Dabi trying to fist himself as quickly as he could comfortably manage. It was more than a little degrading, being down here with the rest of the boss’ trash while he was barely paying attention at all. It was a little reminiscent of everything with Enji, regarded as something lesser even as Touya pushed well past his own limits, all to please. Still, this was the price of his new gear, his rank, his nomu, and Dabi hated owing anyone.
It was far too much thinking for what was meant to be something sexy. It had been a long time since he'd worried about Enji's approval during sex, and he'd rather keep it that way.
Tomura's eyes were finally on him as he got up onto his knees, crawled as sexily as he could manage over to the lava lamp, its red glow washing over him like fire as he angled himself over the thing, taking off the small metal cover over the lamp itself. Even if it was a lot more approachable a width, the ridged bottle cap offered its own set of sensations he'd rather not shove inside of himself. That was the least of his problems though, something he was reminded of as he went to grip the thing, the glass hot against his fingers. As usual, his cold constitution offered him no relief from the burns. 140°. That was nothing compared to his fire, and he knew by heart that got up to 3000°, but it didn't make it sting any less against his palm, nor against his entrance as he spread his cunt wide, the metal cap searing against his sensitive insides.
Tomura looked amused by his little squeaks and whines of pain as he forced the upper tip inside of himself, trying not to let himself writhe around on it or clench down too hard. The knowledge that the thing was, after all, made of glass, was making him increasingly worried about how this would end for him. He couldn't help but curse at the stretch, the feeling of metal scraping against his inner walls, the burning agony making his legs tremble as he fought to keep himself angled over the thing. The hand guiding it inside of him fell to the ground instead, taking any support he could get to stay upright.
“Fuck, boss,” he panted, fighting back bloody tears already. “This is enough, right?”
Tomura choked out a laugh, still tapping away wildly at his game. “Hell no. Come on, we've been over this. You're not getting all of this because you're strong, or talented, or smart, you're getting this because All for One told me you were a cock slut who would stick anything up in that nasty cunt of yours. So show me. Take it deeper. I want to see your insides all lit up through the glass.”
He hated the things those words did to him, even if it made things a little more bearable to be even slightly horny. God, it was humiliating though. His free hand went back between his legs, letting his fingertips swirl around his clit in little circles as he tried to adjust to the horrible burn.
He forced himself down another inch once he thought he could bear it, the swell of the thing only making his cunt stretch anew, the metal cap reaching a new point inside of him. There was no relief, even as he felt himself leak down the side of the lava lamp. A glance let him know it was blood, the liquid thick and dark as it slowly rolled down, but he'd take any lubrication he could get. He rolled over his clit with new fervor, desperate to make any part of this pleasurable.
“I can't believe you're really getting off on this,” Tomura taunted, but he had to be getting off on it too. That was the only consolation Dabi could hold onto, the way his red eyes kept raking over him, up and down, the straining bulge in those stupid pants of his, too thin to hide much at all.
He couldn't go any lower. He knew that much, could feel it in his bones, any more strain would have the thing cracking inside of him. He didn't want to imagine how much more that would hurt. He wasn't about to advertise that fact though, not when Tomura seemed to be on one of his sadistic kicks, so he tried to make the most of it.
If nothing else, Dabi knew how to put on a show. He finally drew his hand away from his clit, instead biting at his knuckle coyishly, and that helped with the pain if only as something to grit his teeth against. He forced his eyes to flutter nearly closed in a way he hoped was seductive rather than pained, coaxing moans out of himself as he rolled his hips against the thing in a way that ground it against his insides rather than forcing it any deeper.
He tried to think of anything else to calm his nerves, to get him into this enough that his anxieties would slip away. He did consider himself to be a whore, there was no new low he could sink to in that regard, but this was just downright humiliating. Maybe if the bastard wasn't so ugly, all scars and scratchy voice and body odor. Maybe if it was a cock or an actual toy stretching him out instead of something threatening to leave glass shards and hot wax up his cunt. He tried to imagine himself on his father's dick instead, hot and fat, tried to imagine Tomura's eyes were his, finally, finally looking at him. It made his moans a lot more real, which the boss seemed to appreciate.
“You can take more, slut.” Guess not.
Hot, bloody tears poured down his face as he forced himself to sink down further, the stretch forcing a new whine out of him, loud and strained as he bit down onto his finger. God, it hurt so badly, but it was starting to become that perfect sort of pain that sent his head spinning.
“That's right. Bounce on it. I want that thing to be sloppy with your cunt juices.” Tomura had his dick out now, game finally cast to the side as he began to stroke himself, red eyes fixed firmly on his sex, stretched out and puffy with pain.
Touya did as he was told, lifting himself back up with trembling thighs, the second of relief shattered as he sunk back down, the heat burning anew. He was careful to measure his movements, not to take it any deeper inside of him than he already had, but even the danger of the act had him turned on a little now that he was getting past his initial hesitance.
“You're fucking filthy,” Tomura groaned, his voice thick with arousal. It shouldn't make Dabi hornier, but he couldn't ignore the way he felt himself clenching around the lava lamp, the shudders that ran up his spine as his boss degraded him from his gaming chair, talking to him like he was some cheap street whore, some faceless person in whatever fucked up porn videos he liked to put on. “You'd like anything I told you to do to yourself, huh? I can smell your cunt burning from over here. Play with your tits.”
Dabi's hand came up off of the floor, kneading at his chest, slender fingers tugging at his nipple. He'd always been sensitive, the stimulation only making him leak more over the glass. It was a pretty sight, now that he was watching himself, the way he was gushing from his most sensitive place, illuminated by the red glow and mesmerizing bubbles of wax drifting up and down.
He wasn't thinking, too busy chasing the white hot pleasure-pain, lost in the motions of bouncing himself up and down the lava lamp, pinching and slapping his tits. Before he could catch himself, he was sinking further down, the metal and glass burning fresh as it settled deeper in his guts, and Dabi's vision went white as an orgasm forced its way through him.
He wasn't sure if the scream was because of the sudden onslaught of pleasure, or if it was the sharp feeling of glass stabbing inside of him, his slick mixing with boiling water and globs of wax filling him up and gushing down his thighs. Dabi collapsed back onto the floor, nearly convulsing in agony and aftershocks. He looked between his legs in horror as his hands flew to try to pry the glass out of himself, the puddle of red taking over the lava lamp's now-gone beauty.
Tomura was of no help at all, if anything he became even more useless, panting and groaning loudly, his hand a blur against his cock. A splatter of white joined the puddle between his legs even as Dabi continued trying to scoop his cunt clean, sensitive and red with blood and burns.
“Clean yourself up,” he commanded after long enough to catch his breath, tucking himself back into his pants. “And then have Kurogiri come in here to clean up the blood.”
The things Dabi did just for some semblance of respect. This League of Villains had better be worth it.