Dabi x Tomura stories

12. 🍋Forced pleasure🍋

The door creaked open, and Dabi slipped into Tomura's dimly lit room like a shadow. The only light came from the faint glow of the city outside, casting long, menacing shadows on the walls. Tomura lay sprawled across his bed, his breathing slow and steady, completely unaware of the intruder. His white hair fanned out around his head like a halo, contrasting sharply with the dark room.

Dabi moved silently, his steps barely making a sound as he approached the bed. He knelt beside it, his eyes fixed on Tomura's sleeping form. A smirk twisted his lips as he reached out, lightly tracing a finger down Tomura's spine. The younger boy stirred but didn't wake, his body tensing slightly at the touch.

"Tomura," Dabi whispered, his voice low and rough. "Wake up, boss."

Tomura groaned, rolling over to face Dabi. His eyes fluttered open, blinking in confusion at the sight of dabi looming over him. "Dabi? What are you doing here?"

"I came to give you a little... wake-up call," Dabi replied, his tone dripping with menace. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Tomura's ear. "Something tells me you need it."

Tomura's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to process what was happening. He could feel Dabi's hand slipping beneath the covers, resting on his thigh. The touch was insistent, almost demanding, and it sent a shiver down Tomura's spine.

"Dabi, wait-"

But Dabi wasn't listening. He tightened his grip on Tomura's thigh, squeezing just hard enough to make the younger boy wince. "Shh, don't fight it," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "Just relax and enjoy."

Tomura's protests died in his throat as Dabi's hand slid higher, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of his boxers. He bit his lip, trying to stifle a moan as Dabi's touch grew more assertive. The sensation was overwhelming, electric, and it made his body flush with heat.

"That's it," Dabi purred, his fingers curling around Tomura's erection through the thin material. "You like that, don't you?"

Tomura could only whimper in response, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. He felt so exposed, so vulnerable, under Dabi's scrutiny. And yet, there was a part of him that craved this attention, that wanted to surrender to it completely.

Dabi chuckled softly, a sound that was both amused and approving. "Good boy," he said, giving Tomura's cock a gentle squeeze. "Now, let's see how much you can take."

With that, Dabi pulled down Tomura's boxers, freeing his hardened length. The cool air of the room made Tomura gasp, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. Dabi's hand encircled his shaft, stroking him slowly at first, then picking up speed.

"Ah... Dabi..." Tomura moaned, his head falling back as he arched into the touch. His hips thrust involuntarily, seeking more friction, more pleasure.

"What do you want, Tomura?" Dabi asked, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me."

"More... please..." Tomura panted, his eyes squeezed shut. "I need more..."

"Greedy," Dabi teased, but his grip tightened, his strokes becoming firmer, faster. "Is this what you want? To be used like this?"

"Yes... yes, please..." Tomura whimpered, his voice breaking on the last word. He could feel himself getting closer, the pressure building deep in his abdomen. Every stroke of Dabi's hand pushed him further towards the edge.

Dabi leaned in closer, his mouth inches from Tomura's ear. "Do you want to cum, Tomura?" he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "Do you want to spill all over my hand?"

Tomura nodded frantically, his body trembling with need. "Please... I can't hold back..."

"Then cum for me," Dabi commanded, his voice dropping to a growl. "Cum for me boss~"

That was all it took. With a strangled cry, Tomura came, his seed spurting onto Dabi's waiting hand. The waves of pleasure rocked through him, leaving him gasping and shaking in their wake.

Dabi watched with a satisfied smile, his hand coated in Tomura's release. "Good boy," he murmured, wiping his hand on the sheets. "Now, let's see if we can make that happen again."

Without waiting for a response, Dabi shifted position, his knee now pressing between Tomura's legs. He grabbed the younger boy's jaw, forcing him to look up. "Open your mouth," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Tomura obeyed, his lips parting as Dabi plunged his slick fingers into his mouth. The taste was bitter, metallic, and it made Tomura gag reflexively. But Dabi held firm, his fingers exploring every inch of Tomura's mouth.

"Suck," Dabi commanded, pulling his fingers out and then pushing them back in. "Show me how much you want this."

Tomura's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he did as he was told, wrapping his lips around Dabi's fingers and sucking obediently. The humiliation mixed with the lingering sensations from his orgasm, creating a heady cocktail of emotions that left him breathless.

Dabi watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes, enjoying the sight of Tomura submitting so willingly. "That's it," he growled, his fingers moving faster. "Take it all, like a good boy."

Tomura moaned around Dabi's fingers, his body shaking with the effort of holding back another orgasm. He could feel his cock twitching in response to the rough treatment, begging for release once more.

"Almost there," Dabi whispered, his free hand returning to Tomura's neglected erection. He stroked him with expert precision, knowing exactly how to bring the younger boy to the brink. "Cum again, Tomura. Give me everything."

Tomura's control shattered at those words, his body convulsing as he came a second time. His cries were muffled by Dabi's fingers, but they were no less desperate, no less frantic.

Dabi removed his fingers from Tomura's mouth, letting the younger boy catch his breath. "Not bad," he mused, licking his fingers clean.