Dabi x Tomura stories

6. 🍋Mysterious wishes 2🍋

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Shigaraki's hands were gripping Dabi's shirt tightly, their faces mere inches apart. The intensity of their kiss was palpable, each movement a silent contest of wills. Shigaraki's breath came in ragged gasps, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions-arousal, anger, and something deeper that he couldn't quite name. He could feel the heat radiating from Dabi's body, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with every movement.
Dabi broke the kiss, hissing through clenched teeth, "You're really starting to piss me off, Tomura." His voice was low, almost feral, a stark contrast to the burning desire in his eyes. He pushed Shigaraki onto the bed, following him down with an almost predatory grace. The mattress creaked under their combined weight, the room filling with the scent of leather, sweat, and something darker, more primal.

Shigaraki lay beneath Dabi, his back arching slightly as Dabi's weight pressed down on him. He could feel every inch of Dabi's body against his own, the heat of his skin searing through the fabric of their clothes. He reached up, fingers digging into Dabi's shoulders, trying to shift the balance, but Dabi was relentless. He pinned Shigaraki's wrists above his head, his grip unyielding.

"What are you trying to prove?" Shigaraki growled, his voice thick with frustration and something else-something that made his heart pound in his chest. He could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him, threatening to spill over at any moment.

Dabi smirked, his lips curling into a sneer. "Maybe I just want to see how much you can take." His tone was dripping with malice, but there was a hint of something else there too-curiosity, maybe, or a deeper need that neither of them wanted to acknowledge.
With a swift movement, Dabi tore open Shigaraki's shirt. Shigaraki gasped as the cool air hit his bare skin, his chest heaving with each breath. He could feel Dabi's gaze raking over him, taking in every detail, every scar, every muscle. It was both humiliating and exhilarating, the way Dabi seemed to see right through him.

Dabi leaned down, his lips brushing against Shigaraki's collarbone. "You like being dominated, don't you?" he whispered, his voice taunting. "Admit it, Tomura. You like feeling helpless."

Shigaraki's blood roared in his ears, his mind swirling with thoughts of defiance and submission. He hated the power Dabi had over him, hated the way his body reacted to every touch, every word. But at the same time, there was a part of him that craved it-that needed it. He bucked his hips, trying to throw Dabi off balance, but Dabi only laughed, a dark, dangerous sound that sent shivers down Shigaraki's spine.

"Fight it all you want," Dabi murmured, nipping at Shigaraki's neck, "but we both know you're mine."

Shigaraki's vision blurred with anger and arousal, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He could feel Dabi's hand sliding down his side, tracing the curve of his waist, before slipping lower, cupping his erection through his pants. Shigaraki bit back a moan, his nails digging into the sheets.

"You're so hard for me," Dabi purred, his thumb stroking the bulge in Shigaraki's pants. "Tell me, Tomura, how long have you been waiting for this?"

Shigaraki squeezed his eyes shut, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He could feel the pressure building inside him, the need to either surrender or lash out. He wanted to deny it, to push Dabi away, but the truth was there, clawing its way to the surface. He had been waiting for this-waiting for Dabi to claim him, to drag him down into the darkness they both knew so well.

Dabi's hand tightened around his cock, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through Shigaraki's body. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, only a strangled groan. He could feel Dabi's breath hot against his ear, the sound of his pulse pounding in his temples.

"That's it," Dabi breathed, his voice a low whisper. "Take it. Take everything I give you."

Shigaraki's resolve shattered, his body arching up into Dabi's touch. He could feel the heat pooling in his lower abdomen, the pressure building with every stroke. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet there was a strange sense of relief in letting go, in giving in to the chaos that raged within him.

Dabi leaned down, capturing Shigaraki's lips in another bruising kiss. This time, Shigaraki didn't resist. He kissed back with equal fervor, his tongue pushing past Dabi's lips, seeking, demanding. He could taste the lingering bitterness of ash on Dabi's tongue, the tang of sweat and adrenaline mixing with the sweet flavor of desire.

As their kisses grew more frantic, Dabi's hand moved faster, the rhythm rough and unrelenting. Shigaraki's fingers clawed at Dabi's back, the leather of his jacket smooth under his fingertips. He could feel the rough texture of the fabric against his skin, the way it scratched and rubbed as Dabi moved.

"Please," Shigaraki gasped between kisses, his voice raw with need. "Please, Dabi..."

Dabi pulled back, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice hoarse. "Beg me, Tomura."

Shigaraki's cheeks flushed with humiliation, but the need was too great. He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please... please, Dabi... I need you..."

Dabi's grin widened, feral and cruel. "Good boy," he murmured, lowering his head to bite at Shigaraki's nipple through the torn fabric of his shirt. Shigaraki cried out, the sharp pain mingling with the overwhelming pleasure. He could feel Dabi's teeth graze his skin, the sensation both agonizing and intoxicating.

With a final, desperate thrust of his hips, Shigaraki came undone, his body shuddering with release. He collapsed back onto the bed, his vision swimming. He could hear Dabi's ragged breathing above him, the sound echoing in his ears. He felt drained, empty, and yet there was a lingering ache deep within him, a need that hadn't been fully sated.

Dabi pulled back, watching Shigaraki with a mix of satisfaction and something darker. He licked his lips, tasting the salt of Shigaraki's sweat. "Now," he said softly, his voice filled with a dangerous promise, "it's my turn."

Shigaraki's breath caught in his throat. He knew what was coming, knew that Dabi wouldn't stop until he had taken everything-until Shigaraki had nothing left to give. But even as fear prickled at the edges of his mind, there was a part of him that welcomed it, that longed for the oblivion that only Dabi could bring.

"Do whatever you want," Shigaraki whispered, his voice trembling. "Just... just make it quick."

Dabi's eyes darkened, his expression hardening. "Oh, I don't think so," he said, his tone chilling. "This is going to be slow. Painful. And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."