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It was supposed to be a private get-together.
Just Dabi and Shigaraki meeting up for their usual monthly ritual. One shared moment of flushed bodies pressed together in the throes of ecstasy while the others were out, either recruiting or gathering intel. There was always enough time for them to get off; Dabi’s legs shaking and his speech slurred while Shigaraki wiped him down, pulling up his pants, and if he was feeling exceptionally soft, a kiss to the neck while he worked Dabi down from his high.
This was not the case tonight.
While Dabi was happily seated on Shigaraki’s lap, rolling his hips and moaning into his boss’ mouth, he was far too oblivious to the other body that had joined them. The scarred man pulled away with a quiet groan, shrugging off his jacket and reaching for the hem of Shigaraki’s shirt.
“Why do I have to do all the work here?” Dabi grumbled, carelessly tossing the shirt behind the couch, doing the same to his own before biting down on Shigaraki’s neck. He was quickly rewarded with a deep, guttural groan that stirred his insides. While Shigaraki didn’t look like much (in Dabi’s humble opinion), he knew just what he was doing with his hands, how to make Dabi see stars and beg like a little whore in heat. With all those hands, it would only make sense for Shigaraki to be good with his.
Ah, no matter.
Shigaraki grunted, dark red eyes peering up at his subordinate with a sneer. “You’re the one who pressed for it. Work for it,” he answered, rolling his hips upwards.
Dabi rolled his eyes playfully, spreading his hands across Shigaraki’s chest. Unlike his face, Shigaraki’s chest was free of any blemishes or scars. A small part of Dabi was slightly jealous of his smooth and creamy skin, but he would have to cut his losses. It was out of his control, and crying about it wouldn’t rid him of his charred skin.
His slender fingers tapped Shigaraki’s nipples, watching him with attentive eyes. His lips twisted into a taunting smile, leaning down to kiss his ear. “Maybe you just want someone to pamper you a bit? Boss is so tired of doing the work himself,” Dabi taunted, lowering his lips and kissing down his chest, pushing Shigaraki’s legs open and smoothing his calloused hands across the tent pitched between his thighs. “You think I’m better on my knees at your mercy, yeah? You think I’m best here, boss?” he cooed, undoing Shigaraki’s fly.
Shigaraki looked down at him, almost smoldering Dabi with his intense gaze. “What I want,” he started, threading his fingers in Dabi’s hair, guiding him closer to his straining cock, rutting against his charred cheek, “is for you to put that mouth to good use and stop talking.”
Dabi grinned, sadistic and wild. He didn’t hesitate to roll down Shigaraki’s pants, marveling at the sight of his weeping cock. It twitched at the sudden breeze, beading with opaque precum that Dabi desperately wanted to catch on his tongue, but he didn’t want to get too ahead of himself. No, he wanted to savor the moment, slowly tormenting Shigaraki until he’s had enough and fucks Dabi across the bar.
Yeah, the end goal was to maneuver their way to the bar. He practically purred at the thought, his cunt clenching at the imagery.
When Shigaraki yanked his hair harder, Dabi muttered and wrapped his warm hand around the girth, running his thumb across the underside, admiring the protruding vein. He’s never bored of Shigaraki or his massive size, which came as a shocker to the pyromaniac when he first saw Shigaraki’s cock.
Of course, that had been his own fault. Dabi expected Shigaraki to be much smaller since he was your average nerd, mumbling about video games and making (cute but) dorkish references to whatever game he had been fixated on.
Not that he was complaining about the delicious stretch each time he was impaled on Shigaraki’s fat cock. Oh no, it filled him wonderfully and reached all the spots Dabi’s fingers could never dream of touching. On some days, when Shigaraki was in a particularly foul mood, Dabi’s pussy took quite a beating, but he took each inch beautifully. He was reduced to a sobbing and twitching mess by the time Shigaraki was done, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Unzipping his pants and rolling down his boxers, Dabi wrapped his hand around Shigaraki’s cock, swiping the beat of precum across the flushed tip. Even half erect, it was still enough to cause a shiver to roll down Dabi’s spine, his insides twitching at the thought of this monster inside him. He hummed, eyes half-lidded and fixated on his boss’s cock, leaning forward to get a small taste of him.
Shigaraki sighed, relaxing on the couch with one arm propped on the armrest. “Don’t be such a fucking tease,” he muttered, never moving to make Dabi move any faster.
The pyromaniac rolled his eyes, dismissing Shigaraki’s request. He took all the time in the world, lapping the tip and savoring the salty fluid. He’s evil, grinning at Shigaraki and continuing his slow motions, never taking his eyes off him, slowly taking the tip into his warm mouth. Dabi was rewarded with a heavy moan, the sweetest noise to grace his poor ears. His tongue caressed the protruding vein, feeling how it throbbed and twitched with each lick and nasty slurp.
Carefully, Dabi worked more of Shigaraki’s length down his throat, wincing at the stretch and discomfort, but he continued. Blood dotted the corner of his eyes, threatening to spill down his face, but he knew that Shigaraki wouldn’t let him back up. Not when his thick fingers were nestled in Dabi’s mess of black hair. The minute he tried, he knew the boss would push his head back down and hold him against his groin until he begged for air.
“Move your mouth,” Shigaraki ordered, his voice deep and commanding while he rolled his hips upwards.
“Give me a second. Don’t rush me,” Dabi huffed, pulling away and licking his lips. It was exciting, tickling his spine the more he thought about it, slowly pumping Shigaraki’s cock. He liked getting Shigaraki all riled up, pushing him past the breaking point, and relishing in the hard thrusts and dirty degradation that soon followed.
He inhaled through his nose, dragging his tongue along the underside with a muffled moan. Shigaraki’s cock was so heavy on his tongue, so thick that it hurt his jaw, but he didn’t make a peep. He sucked and swallowed like a good whore, pressing his nose against the boss’ groin, letting his wispy pubic hairs brush and tickle his nose. Dabi relaxed, feeling Shigaraki’s hand in his hair, petting him and cooing at him like some house cat, but he couldn’t complain much. The delicate touches had him feeling warm, burning like the everlasting sun.
Dabi pulled off with a gasp, wiping the saliva from his lips and licking the underside, maintaining eye contact with Shigaraki. “Don’t give me that look. It’s rude,” he laughed tauntingly, rubbing a glob of his spit across the flushed head of Shigaraki’s cock.
“Finish what you started, and I’ll make sure to give you what you want,” Shigaraki huffed, spreading his legs further and gripping the base of his cock. His eyes were cold and commanding, coaxing Dabi back to finish what he had initiated.
How could Dabi deny such a remarkable request?
He crawled back to the leader, settling between his legs and stroking the curve of Shigaraki’s length. “You missed me, didn’t you?” Dabi asked, kissing the tip of Shigaraki’s cock.
“You talk too much,” Shigaraki retorted with a tongue click. “Do you need me to fix that wretched mouth of yours?”
Dabi laughed, dragging his tongue along the underside of Shigaraki’s cock with a shaky laugh. “You would like that. Watching my choke on your cock with blood in my eyes,” he voiced, nosing at Shigaraki’s balls and enjoying how heavy and full they felt on his face. The fatty flesh was hot, drowning Dabi in a musk that smelled so delightful—much like Shigaraki.
He lapped at his balls, bringing one into his mouth and being rewarded with a deep groan. Calloused hands wrenched themselves in Dabi’s hair, pulling until his scalp throbbed. “Impatient,” the pyro-user said, words muffled by Shigaraki’s thick cock.
“You’re a mouthy little thing. Less talking, more sucking,” Shigaraki ordered, slightly pulling Dabi off his cock and smothering his nose in the thick, blue pubic hairs.
Dabi moaned, eyes rolling back at the drag of Shigaraki’s cock. The burnt man looked up at Shigaraki with watery eyes, begging so prettily with a quiet whimper. God, he was so thick and filled all the empty space.
Blood stained his cheeks, and drool spilled from his stuffed mouth, ticking down his chin as he struggled to breathe. He looked up at his boss with those tempting blue eyes, drowning when he noticed how Shigaraki’s eyes darted across the room, never fixating on him.
With a huff, Dabi pulled off and licked his lips. “What the fuck are you even looking at? Am I not good enough for you now?” he growled, eyebrows pinched together.
“Back on my cock. You’re overreacting,” Shigaraki smoothly replied, stroking Dabi’s head like a tame house cat.
“You petting me isn’t going to make me forgive you.” was all Dabi could get out before Shigaraki shoved his cock down his throat again, effectively silencing the pyromaniac. He gagged, blinking his eyes rapidly while feeling Shigaraki fuck his face like a common 1800s whore. His cunt clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled by the cock that occupied his throat.
Dabi sucked as best as he could, lapping at the underside of Shigaraki’s cock beautifully, wanting to savor the rich taste of his boss. His eyes fixated on Shigaraki’s face, watching the red blush creep across his pale cheeks and feeling proud that he was the one who caused that.
He groaned, relaxing his throat the best he could, allowing Shigaraki to fuck his face as hard as he’d like. His cerulean eyes rolled back into his skull, taking Shigaraki’s cock as far as he physically could, somewhat thankful that he trained his gag reflex, but it was still a tough fit. The shaft was so thick and long, sitting hot on his tongue and tickling his tonsils.
“Oh, he looks daring when he struggles,” came Mr. Compress’ voice from behind him, followed by the clicks of his heeled shoes. The magician smoothly sat behind Dabi, watching with an amused grin before his eyes flickered at his boss. “I see you got him to calm down. He looks so docile between your legs,” he chuckled.
“You also talk too much,” Shigaraki noted with a growl, keeping Dabi’s face flushed against his pelvis. “If you’re going to watch, don’t talk. You’ll ruin my boner.”
Mr. Compress laughed, a rich noise echoing from his throat as his gaze softened, fondly staring at the pair. “Oh, but can you blame me, Shigaraki? He’s such a darling boy, taking you so well like that,” he praised sweetly.
Dabi keened, his pussy clenching around nothing and saturated in his arousal. He should hate that someone was watching them—that someone had dared to sneak in, but he liked the words of affirmation. They made his head dizzy with desire while he sucked off Shigaraki, moaning loudly around the base of his shaft.
“You’re making a mess,” Shigaraki pointed out in a rough voice, eyes fluttering back with each nasty slurp and suck Dabi made. “You love looking like a whore,” he barked.
Maybe he did, but Dabi would never admit that aloud. Shigaraki would hang it over his head forever, and knowing Mr. Compress, he would confirm that statement with the sweetest words Dabi had ever heard. These two would be the death of him; he swore that they had planned this to humiliate him, but it did so much more than make him feel utterly filthy.
Pulling off Shigaraki’s cock, Dabi turned to face Mr. Compress with a light dust of blush on his cheeks and his breathing uneven. “Well, aren’t you a little fucking pervert?” he snarked, lips quirking up into a taunting smirk. “Have you always been this much of a freak, old man?” he pressed, testing how far he could go before that calm facade finally snapped.
Dabi imagined Mr. Compress was incredibly sexy when upset.
The magician laughed again, eyes scanning the delectable treat that was Dabi. He wet his lips with a low hum, eyes flickering from the subordinate to the boss, soon smiling. “Now, Shigaraki-san, I do believe that our darling boy needs to mind his tongue. It’s rude to use such crude language, don’t you agree?” he grinned.
“Yes,” Shigaraki agreed with a snarl, pulling Dabi into his lap, disregarding his protests, and spreading him open. “You have been mouthy these past few days, and for what? Because you weren’t getting the attention that you desired? Spoiled brat,” he degraded, hand snaking between Dabi’s legs and spreading his pussy lips apart.
The pyromaniac shivered, laying his head back on Shigaraki’s shoulder with a huff. “You weren’t complaining earlier,” he retorted with a shit-eating grin, his words halted by a vulgar moan that escaped him, feeling Shigaraki force his two index fingers inside and stretch him out. He whined, rutting his hips forward while Mr. Compress watched eagerly.
It felt so good. Shigaraki’s fingers reached deep inside, rubbing his g-spot until stars danced in his vision. His stomach clenched, churning with anxiety while an orgasm bubbled and brewed in his lower body.
Now, Dabi wasn’t one to beg, but when you have a magician coaxing you with such sweet and tantalizing words, how could Dabi not beg like a pretty whore?
“Need to cum,” Dabi huffed, feeling Shigaraki’s ministrations slow down, lazily thrusting his fingers in and out, barely caressing that spot that had the flame-wielder crying out earlier. “Stop fucking teasing me, jackass,” he grunted.
Mr. Compress clicked his tongue chidingly, cupping Dabi’s chin and tilting his head back. “No more of that foul language. Any more talk like that, and I’ll have to see that you’re properly punished, love,” he warned, using his free hand to pat Dabi’s cheek with an equally sweet smile.
Dabi almost wanted to test that theory, but he cried out before he could act, feeling Shigaraki toy with his poor clitoris. It felt good, and combined with the edging, it was maddening, but he couldn’t do much in his current state. His eyes rolled into his skull, and the breath from his lungs was stolen. Held up and spread open by his boss while he was sweet-talked by another colleague, feeling his warm hands map across his chest and nipples.
How blessed was he to be treated like both a whore and the finest treasure.
It was sudden, but Dabi certainly didn’t care at that moment, especially when he had two sexy men giving him everything he had always desired. One moment, he and Mr. Compress were staring at each other, and the next, the magician pressed his mouth against Dabi’s, gently caressing the side of his face as his tongue dipped in Dabi’s mouth sensually.
It was messy and hot; their tongues pressed against each other with each sinful suck and kiss. They pulled away to breathe before diving back for more kisses; they couldn"t take their hands off each other while groping any available flesh and tugging at each other’s clothes.
“Gross,” Shigaraki commented, clicking his tongue and withdrawing his fingers, earning a small whimper of protest from his underling. He smacked the healthy patch of skin on Dabi’s thigh, satisfied with his reaction. “This is a punishment. You aren’t supposed to cum just yet,” he reminded nastily, biting down on Dabi’s shoulder, not caring that he bit burnt flesh.
Unable to answer, Dabi rolled his hips upwards, grinding against Mr.Compress’ groin and moaning into his mouth, not caring how flushed and sinful he looked. A white haze filled his mind, consuming his thoughts while pleasure swam in his veins. God, it had been ages since he had been fucked, and he was so needy for someone to fuck him stupid.
If only these two weren’t so insistent on punishing him for his foul mouth.
Growing bored of their current position, Shigaraki yanked Dabi’s head back, tearing his head away from the magician villain before manhandling him to the bar counter, smashing his face against the glossy surface. “You look good like this,” the leader mocked, undoing his pants and stroking himself to full erection. “Willing to serve me. You want to worship me as your god,” he grinned.
The words went straight to Dabi’s pussy. God, the way he was spoken to so sinfully—without care—had him mouthing the counter, unable to speak correctly. His eyes flickered to the magician on his side, begging him silently for anything.
“You think you’ll fix that mouth of yours?” Shigaraki sneered, rutting against Dabi’s pussy and holding his hip with his gloved hand. He then laughed, feeling Dabi push against him, quietly groaning.
Mr. Compress joined them, standing on the other side of the bar with his pants partially down and his cock in hand. “Don’t tease the poor boy. Just look at him,” he said in awe, using his free hand to tussle Dabi’s hair, cooing at the pyromaniac. “He wants to be a good boy for us. Isn"t that right, darling? You want to be good for Shigaraki and me?”
Dabi nodded as best as he could, head still pressed against the wooden surface and drool leaking down the side of his mouth. His mouth gaped like a fish, unable to find words and gasping when Shigaraki started to push inside. The burn—the delicious stretch never got old, and he felt so stuffed, filled to the brim with Shigaraki’s cock.
“Stop fucking squirming,” Shigaraki growled threateningly, pulling away and smacking Dabi’s (pancake of an) ass. His hands dangerously skimmed across his backside, raising his pinky finger with a sinister grin. “It would be easy to just decay your ass right now. Would save me the trouble of dragging you around.”
To be out in a life-or-death situation sounded strangely erotic. It should have scared Dabi, but it did the exact opposite. Tiptoeing that fine line of life and death, Dabi shivered, pressing his hips back harder, and his pussy clenched around Shigaraki’s cock. He was rewarded with a hard thrust that jostled him forward and a hearty, mocking laugh that made his insides clench.
Shigaraki leaned down, lips almost kissing Dabi’s ear. “You’re a disgusting freak, you know that? I can’t believe you would get turned on by that,” he mocked, slipping a hand between Dabi’s legs, toying with his pretty, shaved pussy. The blue-haired leader clicked his tongue, rolling his thumb across Dabi’s clit, and said, “Look at how much you’re leaking. What a stupid whore.”
Dabi moaned wantonly, arching his back when Shigaraki grabbed at his head, forcing him to look at the magician, who was stroking himself languidly with flushed cheeks. The mask had been discarded, revealing his full beauty and the dark curls of hair that framed the side of his face. He was the epitome of beauty, and Dabi wanted to worship all of him.
The magician in question swiped a drop of precum across the flushed head of his cock, groaning softly. “The look on your face is precious, Dabi. You’re such a good boy,” he praised, rising to his feet and holding his cock out like a coveted reward. “I believe you deserve something for being so good. Don’t you agree, Tomura?” Mr. Compress hummed.
Shigaraki pondered the idea for a few seconds before yanking Dabi’s head back, pulling out so Dabi’s head was hanging over the edge of the bar, just enough so he could adequately suck. “If it’ll keep him quiet,” Shigaraki grinned, smoothing his four fingers across Dabi’s thigh, tapping his pretty clitoris. “Go on and suck his cock. I know you’ve been thinking about it this entire time, you nasty slut,” he degraded, sliding home in Dabi’s pussy again.
Dabi’s mouth fell open, immediately being fed Mr. Compress’ cock, feeling it fill his throat and tickle his tonsils. It was enough to make him gag, but he attempted to relax his jaw and throat, beginning to breathe through his nose, sucking eagerly. The salty taste of precum and musk coated his tongue, and Dabi swore he could smell the spiced cologne that always lingered on his clothes. It was intoxicating; a shiver rippled throughout his body while one hand slipped between his thighs, playing with his wet clitoris.
“No,” Shigaraki snarled, ripping Dabi’s hand away, pinning it to the side while giving another hard thrust that had Dabi arching his back off the counter. “You don’t get to play with your cock just yet. You’re the one who wanted to be mouthy earlier, so I’m giving you what you wanted. You’re the one that kept goading me to continue—to break you, right? You’re the one who wanted to play this game, so you don’t get to quit now. You’re going to take everything I give you,” he grinned viciously, dipping his head down and licking a bold stripe up Dabi’s patched flesh, not caring that he was burnt.
Dabi almost sobbed, overstimulated and too embarrassed to stare Shigaraki in the face as he was reminded of their little banter from earlier. It had been a way to get what he wanted, to get Shigaraki to fuck him senselessly on the couch as he had hinted the last few weeks. His insides felt so hot, and it didn’t help how the boss spoke to him; he felt so dirty and too dumb to talk correctly. Dabi could only babble nonsense as Shigaraki and Mr. Compress kept pistoling their cocks in and out, Shigaraki still stabbing against the nerves that made supernovas flare behind closed eyes.
“Look at him. He’s such a mess,” Mr. Compress moaned quietly, mapping his hand across Dabi’s neck and giving it a light squeeze. “Just look at everything you can have when you learn to behave. Wouldn’t you like that, darling? It would just be so easy for you to behave like this,” he cooed, his words honeyed and smooth while his grip tightened.
Dabi was in heaven, eyes rolling back into his skull. He could feel his pussy flutter and an orgasm start to wash over his body. He was so close; he wanted to cum so bad, but he wanted to be a good boy so bad. He needed to be a good boy for Mr. Compress; he wanted more gentle touches and words of affirmation whispered in his ear again. God, he was going to go insane at this point.
Time came to a crawl, and Dabi didn’t care. He was enjoying the dual treatment; Mr. Compress’s kind words and gentle caresses, and Shigaraki’s harsh words and rough ministrations. It was an excellent combo, and he sure as hell needed it. It kept him grounded. It made him remember that he was human, that and the pain and discomfort from not being allowed to cum for a while.
Pulling off Mr. Compress’ cock, Dabi gasped, letting the drool run down his face before launching into a small coughing fit. “I want…” he trailed off with a pitiful mewl, his voice smaller than it had ever been in his adult life. “I want to cum. Come on, boss. I can be good,” Dabi begged.
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Shigaraki darkly chuckled, pressing his thumb against Dabi’s clit, watching him arch his back and attempt to rut against his hand. That sweet noise rang out again, filling the empty space with his voice before retracting his hand back with a click of his tongue. “I thought you said you could be good, but here you are: trying to take what you have not earned. I’m disappointed in you, Dabi,” he teased.
A cry rang out, almost desperate and akin to a wounded animal. Dabi begged incoherently, bringing a cruel smile to Shigaraki’s face. Having some pity for the flame-wielder, Shigaraki rocked his hips back and forth, barely touching Dabi’s g-spot, hearing him huff frustratedly. “Get Mister off, and then, I’ll think about letting you come. Follow this one order, and I’ll reward you. That depends on your performance, too,” he compromised, his thrusts coming to a standstill before he pulled out and carefully maneuvered Dabi off the counter and gestured for Mr. Compress to follow.
Sitting on the couch again, Shigaraki lazily gripped his cock, gesturing with his head for Dabi to approach Mr. Compress. “Don’t act all shy now. You’re the one who wanted to run his mouth and talk a big game earlier,” he reminded Dabi, rubbing his thumb across the slit of his flushed cock. “Do whatever you want to him, Mister. He’ll take it. Won’t you, Dabi?”
Before Dabi could confirm that he could be good, Mr. Compress pulled him into a kiss, holding the back of his neck. It was messy and hot; Dabi could feel his hands tenderly massaging his neck while his robotic hand carefully gripped his waist, keeping their bodies flushed. His eyes fluttered, rolling back as the pleasure overtook him, flooding his veins with such an intense feeling that his knees started to buckle.
Thankfully, Mr. Compress was there to hold him upright, crooning at him. “Easy there, darling,” he said, guiding him to the couch and settling between his thighs. He held Dabi’s thighs open, nosing his clit before his tongue darted out, tasting the sweetness of Dabi’s pussy and being granted the honorable pleasure of hearing his needy whines and whimpers.
It wasn’t precisely the plan, but who was Dabi to complain (much)? He arched his back, head falling against the back of the sofa, and his hips canted forward, feeling Mr. Compress bury his tongue deeper and deeper. God, Dabi could cum from that wicked tongue alone, but he knew he wouldn’t be rewarded if he did. Although an orgasm was bubbling inside him, Dabi fought back to urge to let himself go. It was so tempting, but the idea of a reward and seeing Mr. Compress come undone was such a tantalizing thought.
“Yes, keep making those noises,” Shigaraki called out, stroking himself faster, his eyes fixated on the sight before him. Dabi was such a beautiful mess, keening and crying loudly with each flicker of Mr. Compress’ tongue. Droll leaked out the corner of his mouth, spilling down his chin and splattering against his burnt thighs.
“N-No more. G-Gonna cum,” Dabi gasped, his body trembling. If he orgasmed, there was no way that Shigaraki would let him hear the end of it. There would be no rewards or praise; Dabi wouldn’t be a good boy.
Thankfully, Mr. Compressed stopped his motions, pulling away with a wet slurp and standing up, cock still hard and leaking with precum. “Come here. Sit on my lap,” he ordered, sitting opposite of Dabi, patting his thigh with a sweet smile.
Dabi happily obliged, taking his rightful place on Mr. Compress’s lap, back pressed against the magician’s chest and his front facing his boss. He felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but it was so erotic. His fuck-buddy watching him get railed by another man; he almost creamed from the thought.
The head of Mr. Compress’ cock pressed inside, thick and hard, and opened him up. It was much bigger than anticipated, but he was confident he would be fine. Dabi grunted, arching his back and laying his head on the magician’s shoulders. “F-Fuck, you’re bigger than I would have imagined, Mister,” he panted, feeling Mr. Compress finally bottom out.
“I am flattered that you have thought of me,” Mr. Compress laughed, kissing the side of Dabi’s neck and slowly thrusting upwards, holding the younger man’s waist. “Now, be my sweet boy, and let me take care of you. You’ve been doing so well for us tonight. Such a good pet,” he praised.
Dabi almost sobbed from such words. They made him feel good; Mr. Compress made him feel so good. The mix of hard and slow thrusts, the words of assurance, and the perfectly timed kisses had him melting. He felt so full, moaning incoherent words and hearing Mr. Compress’ breath tickle his ear the more he whispered sweet nothing. He clenched hard, trying to milk the magician of everything he had to offer despite not having an orgasm. He wanted to be fucked full of cum; he would be such a good boy and take every last drop like the pretty whore he was.
“You’re such a whore,” Shigaraki spat, gripping the base of his cock harder before he stood up, slotting himself between Dabi and Mr. Compress’ thighs. He spread Dabi impossibly wide, focusing on his pussy. “You aren’t satisfied with just one of us. You need both of us,” he snorted.
Frantically, Dabi nodded and hid his face in the pocket of his arm, afraid to voice his answers. He already sounded pathetic, and Shigaraki responded with mockery, threatening him with sweet yet sinful pleasure. How he manhandled Dabi, forcing Dabi to take another cock, and making her mind dizzy with electrifying delight.
His legs were forced unbearably wide, and fire licked the back of his loins. Dabi could barely see from the tears in his eyes and could hardly breathe, feeling the oxygen punched out of his lungs. No flames could burn as hot as the two bodies sandwiching him on the couch, stretching his pussy impossibly wide.
Dabi arched, babbling nonsense as Shigaraki drew back his hips and thrust hard. “Look at how wrecked your dick is,” Shigaraki grinned, rolling Dabi’s clit in lazy circles, watching the poor man melt like a puddle, bloody tears rolling down his face and staining the healthy parts of his pale flesh.
It was so hard to keep his eyes open. His toes curled, throwing his head back against Compress’ shoulder, begging for an orgasm. Overstimulation was painful, but God, did it pay off. Dabi felt like he would die; he was so stretched out, his poor pussy wrecked and trying to accommodate their girths.
“You’re being insulting. Here I am, trying to give you what you want so bad, and you deny me the chance to make a mess of you,” Shigaraaki grinned, grabbing Dabi’s face with four fingers and pulling him forward for a sloppy kiss. It was sinful, tongue touching as they moaned into each other’s mouth while Compress and Shigaraki kept pistoling their hips back and forth.
Dabi couldn’t hold back anymore. His eyes rolled back for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, blurring his vision as the start of his orgasm overcame him. His voice was tight and high-pitched as he shouted, convulsing Mr. Compress’ warm arms. He felt like he was flying, leaving the mortal place as the two men kept fucking into his poor body. Pain and pleasure came together, joined in union as Dabi could helplessly take everything they gave him.
When one orgasm started, another began. Dabi’s poor cock throbbed, straining as the second orgasm washed over him, blinding him with white supernovas. He screamed, finding Shigaraki’s shoulders and clamping down hard, nails biting into the flesh. It felt so good—it was far too much for him to handle at one, but he loved the thrill of the ride and the pain that ate away at his body.
He blubbered pathetically, shaking his head as he came for what felt like the millionth time. Only then did Shigaraki and Mr. Compress pull out and finish on his face and chest. Hot cum splatted on his face, getting in his lashes and almost in his staples. He grimaced, wiping the spend from his body. “Really? My face?” he asked breathlessly, trying to come down from his high.
“But you look divine like this,” Mr. Compress grinned, swooping down for a kiss and licking up some of the cum on Dabi’s lips. After a few moments, he pulled back with a broad smile and extended his hand to the pyromaniac. “Now, let’s get you washed up. I would hate if you started to reek.”
“He already does,” Shigaraki snorted, following after them and slapping Dabi’s flat ass, satisfied with the small yelp that left Dabi’s lips.
“Now, now. Let’s play nice, boys,” Mr. Compress chuckled, kissing Shigaraki’s cheek and cooing softly. “As stated before, wash-up and aftercare are mandatory. So we will attend to Dabi first and then Shigaraki; I will pamper you next. I believe you deserve a little break and a relaxer. You’ve been such a benevolent leader.”
And just like that, Shigaraki was also blushing. Maybe a third person wasn’t so bad.